Gratia pro rebus merito debetur inemtis.
Thanks are justly due for things got without purchase.
Conveniens homini est hominem servare voluptas.
Et melius nulla quseritur arte favor.
It is a pleasure appropriate to man, for him
to save a fellow-man, and gratitude is acquired
in no better way.
Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!
Non est diuturna possessio in quam gladio ducimus; beneficiorum gratia sempiterna est.
That possession which we gain by the sword is not lasting; gratitude for benefits is eternal.
Qui gratus futurus est statim dum accipit de
reddendo cogitet.
Let the man, who would be grateful, think
of repaying a kindness, even while receiving it.
Seneca—DeBeneficiis. II. 25. >
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| text = <poem>L'ingratitude attire Ies reproches comme la
reconnaissance attire de nouveaux bienfaits.
Ingratitude calls forth reproaches as gratitude brings renewed kindnesses.
Mme. de Sevigne—Lettres.
Now the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enroll'd
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!
Coriolanus. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 290.
Let but the commons hear this testament—
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read—
And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar'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
Unto their issue.
Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 135.
I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath often left me mourning.
Wordsworth—Simon Lee.
GRAVE (The)
And he buried him in a valley in the land of
Moab, over against Beth-peor; but no man knoweth of his sepulcher unto this day.
Dent. XXXIV. 6.
By Nebo's lonely mountain,
On this side Jordan's wave,
In a vale in the land of Moab,
There lies a lonely grave;
But no man built that sepulcher,
And no man saw it e'er,
For the angels of God upturned the sod
And laid the dead man there.
Cecil Frances Alexander—Burial of Moses.
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| text = <poem>Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.
Translation of the Latin on the monument of
Dean Alford. St. Martin's Churchyard,
Canterbury.
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| text = <poem>Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down;
Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
With here and there a violet bestrewn,
Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;
And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my
grave!
Beatoh—The Minstrel. Bk. II. St. 17.
Here's an acre sown indeed,
With the richest royalest seed.
Francis Beaumont. On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey.
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| text = <poem>One foot in the grave.
| author = Beaumont and Fletcher
| work = The Little French
Lawyer. Act I. Sc. 1.
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| text = See yonder maker of the dead man's bed,
The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle,
Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole
A gentle tear.
Blaik—The Grave. L. 451.
The grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
Blair—The Grave.
Nigh to a grave that was newly made,
Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade.
Park Benjamin—The Old Sexton.
The grave is Heaven's golden gate,
And rich and poor around it wait;
O Shepherdess of England's fold,
Behold this gate of pearl and gold!
Wm. Blake—Dedication of the Designs to
Blair's "Grave." To Queen Charlotte.
Build me a shrine, and I could kneel
To rural Gods, or prostrate fall;
Did I not see, did I not feel.
That one Great Spirit governs all.
O Heaven, permit that I may lie
Where o'er my corse green branches wave;
And those who from life's tumults fly
With kindred feelings press my grave.
Bloomfteld—Love of the Country. St. 4.
Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years.
Sir Thomas Browne—Hydriotaphia. Ch. V.
He that unburied lies wants not his hearse,
For unto him a tomb's the Universe.
