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Deserted, at his utmost need,With not a friend to close his eyes.
— Ingratitude
Deserted, at his utmost need,With not a friend to close his eyes.
People who bite the hand that feeds them usually lick the boot that kicks them.
A man is very apt to complain of the ingratitude of those who have risen far above him.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Although thy breath be rude.
Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a monster of the multitude.
This was the most unkindest cut of all;Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,Than the sea-monster!
All the stor'd vengeances of heaven fallOn her ungrateful top.
What, would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
I hate ingratitude more in a man,Or any taint of vice.
We learn the most from fools ... yet we pay them back with the worst ingratitude.
Nil homine terra pejus ingrato creat.
Ingratitude's a weed of every clime,It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.
That man may last, but never lives,Creation's blot, creation's blank.
He that's ungrateful, has no guilt but one;All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
