|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Nil homine terra pejus ingrato creat.|
Earth produces nothing worse than an ungrateful man.
AusoniusEpigrams. CXL. 1.
|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.
|Ingratitudes a weed of every clime,|
It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.
Saml GarthEpistle to the Earl of Godolphin. L. 27.
|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.
| A man is very apt to complain of the ingratitude of those who have risen far above him.|
Samuel JohnsonBoswells Life of Johnson. 1776.
|Nihil amas, cum ingratum amas.|
You love a nothing when you love an ingrate.
PlautusPersa. II. 2. 46.
| 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.
| Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a monster of the multitude.|
Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 8.
| 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.
|Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,|
More hideous, when thou showst thee in a child,
Than the sea-monster!
King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 28.
|All the stord vengeances of heaven fall|
On her ungrateful top.
King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 164.
| What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?|
Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 69.
|I hate ingratitude more in a man,|
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.
Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 388.
|Ingratus unus miseris omnibus nocet.|
One ungrateful man does an injury to all who are in suffering.
|He thats ungrateful, has no guilt but one;|
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.