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.
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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.]
He is ungrateful who denies that he has received a kindness which
has been bestowed upon him; he is read more
He is ungrateful who denies that he has received a kindness which
has been bestowed upon him; he is ungrateful who conceals it; he
is ungrateful who makes no return for it; most ungrateful of all
is he who forgets it.
[Lat., Ingratus est, qui beneficium accepisse se negat, quod
accepit: ingratus est, qui dissimulat; ingratus, qui non reddit;
ingratissimus omnium, qui oblitus est.]
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.
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.
Ingratitude is the essence of vileness.
Ingratitude is the essence of vileness.
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
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.
What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
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.
