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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.
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.
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 is monstrous
Ingratitude is monstrous
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.]
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.
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.