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.

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 is the essence of vileness.

Ingratitude is the essence of vileness.

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.

Ingratitude is monstrous

Ingratitude is monstrous

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.

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.

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 monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful
were to make a monster of the multitude; of read more

Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful
were to make a monster of the multitude; of which we being
members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous members.