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. DrydenAlexanders Feast. St. 4.
That man may last, but never lives, Who much receives, but nothing gives; Whom none can love, whom none can thank, Creations blot, creations blank. Thomas GibbonsWhen Jesus Dwelt.
Ingratus est, qui beneficium accepisse se negat, quod accepit: ingratus est, qui dissimulat; ingratus, qui non reddit; ingratissimus omnium, qui oblitus est. 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. SenecaDe Beneficiis. III. 1.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude: Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7. L. 174.
This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors arms, Quite vanquishd him; then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling, up his face, Even at the base of Pompeys statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 187.