All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top!

All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top!

A man is very apt to complain of the ingratitude of those who
have risen far above him.

A man is very apt to complain of the ingratitude of those who
have risen far above him.

Ingratitude is the essence of vileness.

Ingratitude is the essence of vileness.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy read more

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, read more

This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart;
And in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue
(Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell.

You love a nothing when you love an ingrate.
[Lat., Nihil amas, cum ingratum amas.]

You love a nothing when you love an ingrate.
[Lat., Nihil amas, cum ingratum amas.]

Ingratitude's a weed of every clime,
It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.

Ingratitude's a weed of every clime,
It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.

I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vie read more

I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vie whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

An ungrateful man is like a hog under a tree eating acorns, but never looking up to see where they read more

An ungrateful man is like a hog under a tree eating acorns, but never looking up to see where they come from