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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That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives;
Whom none can love, read more
That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives;
Whom none can love, whom none can thank,--
Creation's blot, creation's blank.
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top!
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top!
Ingratitude is the essence of vileness.
Ingratitude is the essence of vileness.
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.
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed;
On the bare earth exposed he read more
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed;
On the bare earth exposed he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.
Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child
Than the sea-monster.
Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child
Than the sea-monster.
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.]
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.
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.
