Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a monster of the multitude.
Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 8.
This was the most unkindest out of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's 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 Caesar fell.
Julius CcBsar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 187.
Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend.
More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a
child,
Than the sea-monster!
King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 28.
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On her ungrateful top.
King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 164.
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Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 69.
I hate ingratitude more in a man,
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.
Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 388.
Ingratus unus miseris omnibus nocet.
One ungrateful man does an injury to all
who are in suffering.
Syrus—Maxims.
He that's ungrateful, has no guilt but onej
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
Young—Busiris.
INHERITANCE
And all to leave what with his toil he won,
To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.
Dryden—Absalom and Achitophel. Pt. I. L.
169.
What we have inherited from our fathers and
mothers is not all that Valks in us.' There are
all sorts of dead ideas and lifeless old beliefs.
They have no tangibility, but they haunt us all
the same and we can not get rid of them. Whenever I take up a newspaper I seem to see Ghosts
gliding between the lines. Ghosts must be all
over the country, as thick as the sands of the sea.
Ibsen—Ghosts.
He lives to build, not boast, a generous race;
No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.
Richard Savage—The Bastard. L. 7.
De male qusesitis vix gaudet tertius paeres,
Nee habet eventus sordida prseda bonos.
What's ill-got scarce to a third heir descends,
Nor wrongful booty meets with prosperous
ends.
Quoted by Walsingham—History. P. 260.
INJURY
'Twas he
Gave heat unto the injury, which returned
Like a petard ill lighted, unto the bosom
Of him gave fire to it.
Beaumont—Fair Maid of the Inn. Act II.
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It is better to receive than to do an injury.
Cicero—Tuscvlanarum Disputationum. V.
19.
Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer.
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A strong sense of injury often gives point to
the expression of our feelings.
Pltnt the Younger—Epistles. III. 9.
Aut potentior te, aut imbecillior lsssit: si imbecillior, parce illi; si potentior, tibi.
He who has injured thee was either stronger
or weaker. If weaker, spare him; if stronger,
spare thyself.
Seneca—De Ira. III. 5.
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
Hoist with Ins own petar.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4.
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INJUSTICE (See Justice, Law)
INN, TAVERN
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You may go to Carlisle's and to Almanac's too;
And I'll give you my Head if you find such a
Host,
For Coffee, Tea, Chocolate, Butter, or Toast;
How he welcomes at once all the World and his
Wife,
And how civil to Folks he ne'er saw in his Life.
Anstet—New Bath Guide. Fourth Ed. (1767)
P. 130. Phrase "the world and his wife" also
found in Swift—Polite Conversation. Third
Dialogue. Another version "All the world
and Little Billing." A parish in Northamptonshire.
He who has not been at a tavern knows not
what a paradise it is. O holy tavern! O miraculous tavern!—holy, because no carking cares
are there, nor weariness, nor pain; and miraculous, because of the spits, which themselves
turn round and round!
Aretdto—Quoted by Longfellow in Hyperion.
Bk. III. Ch. II.
He had scarcely gone a short league, when
Fortune, that was conducting his affairs from
good to better, discovered to him the road, where
he also espied an Inn. Sancho positively maintained it was an Inn, and his master that it was
a castle; and the dispute lasted so long that they
arrived there before it was determined.
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