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• For all that Nature by her mother-wit Could frame in earth.
  -- Edmund Spenser (1553-1599) -- The Faerie Queene, Book iv, Canto x, St. 21...
• Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 7...
• Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• Nature is a mother.
• Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• Some jay of Italy, Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him
  Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc....
• Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnets & other Poetry -- Sonnet iii...