And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

He is evil by his very nature.

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand

The nature of bad news infects the teller

How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!