How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.

Nature is what we know - Yet have not art to say - So impotent our wisdom is To her simplicity

Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm.

Ample make this bed. / Make this bed with awe; / In it wait till judgement break / Excellent and fair.

Is wholesome even for the King.