In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.

Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man.

His life was gentle, and the elements / So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up / And say to all the world, / This was a man!

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

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