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Ingratitude: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Monster ingratitude! The ingratitude of this Seleucus does Even make me wild.— A.C. v. 2.

With one that I have bred? The gods !-It smites me Beneath the fall I have.— A.C. v. 2.

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. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh, As benefits forgot; Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.— A. P. ii. 7.

I hate ingratitude more in a man, Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption— T. N. iii. 4

Inhabits our frail blood. I have kept back their foes While they have told their money; and let out Their coin upon large interest; I myself, Rich only in large hurts, -All those for this? Is this the balsam, that the usuring senate Pours into captains' wounds?— T. A. iii. 5

Pr'ythee lead me in: There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.— H. VIII. iii. 2.

I had my trial; And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me A little happier than my wretched father: Yet thus far we are one in fortunes, Both Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd most; A most unnatural and faithless service! Heaven has an end in all; yet, you that hear me, This from a dying man receive as certain: Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels, Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends And give your hearts to, when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes, fall away Like water from ye, never found again But where they mean to sink ye.— H. VIII. ii. 1

For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angel; Judge, O you gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him! This was the most unkindest cut of all : For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd 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 Cæsar fell. J. C. iii. 2 Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done.— T. C. iii. 3.

Ingratitude is monstrous: and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a monster of the multitude.— C. ii. 3.

I am rapt, and cannot cover The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude With any size of words.— T. A. v. 1.

Being fed by us, you us'd us so, As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird, Useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest; Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk, That even our love durst not come near your sight, For fear of swallowing.— H. IV. PT. I. v. 1.

Filial

Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand, For lifting food to't?— K. L. iii. 4.

Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend; More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child, Than the sea monster.— K. L. i. 4

Beloved Regan, Thy sister's naught: O Regan, she hath tied Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here; I can scarce speak to thee.— K. L. ii. 4