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Now the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enrolled
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Now the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enrolled
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!
A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.
We seldom find people ungrateful so long as it is thought we can serve them.
We seldom find people ungrateful so long as it is thought we can serve them.
A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent
of all the other virtues.
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A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent
of all the other virtues.
[Lat., Gratus animus est una virtus non solum maxima, sed etiam
mater virtutum onmium reliquarum.]
Next to ingratitude, the most painful thing to bear is gratitude.
Next to ingratitude, the most painful thing to bear is gratitude.
There is as much greatness of mind in acknowledging a good turn, as in doing it.
There is as much greatness of mind in acknowledging a good turn, as in doing it.
Let but the commons hear this testament,
Which (pardon me) I do not mean to read,
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Let but the commons hear this testament,
Which (pardon me) I do not mean to read,
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Upon their issue.
To speak gratitude is courteous and pleasant, to enact gratitude is generous and noble, but to live gratitude is to read more
To speak gratitude is courteous and pleasant, to enact gratitude is generous and noble, but to live gratitude is to touch Heaven.
If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep,
The sky if no longer dark tempests deform;
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If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep,
The sky if no longer dark tempests deform;
When our perils are past shall our gratitude sleep?
No! Here's to the pilot that weather'd the storm!