An ungrateful man is like a hog under a tree eating acorns, but never looking up to see where they read more

An ungrateful man is like a hog under a tree eating acorns, but never looking up to see where they come from

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy read more

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

He is ungrateful who denies that he has received a kindness which
has been bestowed upon him; he is read more

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.
[Lat., Ingratus est, qui beneficium accepisse se negat, quod
accepit: ingratus est, qui dissimulat; ingratus, qui non reddit;
ingratissimus omnium, qui oblitus est.]

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.

Earth produces nothing worse than an ungrateful man.
[Lat., Nil homine terra pejus ingrato creat.]

Earth produces nothing worse than an ungrateful man.
[Lat., Nil homine terra pejus ingrato creat.]

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.

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! thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child
Than the sea-monster.

Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child
Than the sea-monster.