[1] All should unite to punish the ungrateful:
Ingratitude is treason to mankind.--_Thomson._
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.--_Young._
[2] Sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child.--_Shakespeare._
[3] An ungracious soul may be burdened with many sins; but she
never makes up her full load till she hath added the sin of
unthankfulness. He leaves out no evil in a man who calls
him unthankful. Ingratitude dissolves the joints of the
whole world. A barren ground is less blamed, because it
hath not been dressed. But till it with the plough; trust
it with seed; let the clouds bless it with their rain, the
sun with his heat, the heavens with their influence, and
then if it be unfertile, the condition is worse; before it
was contemned, now it is cursed (Heb. vi. 8).--_Adams,_
1654.
Some are such brutes, that, like swine, their nose is
nailed to the trough in which they feed; they have not the
use of their understanding so far as to lift their eye to
heaven, and say, "There dwells that God that provides this
for me, that God by whom I live."--_Gurnall._
You would count it a sad spectacle to behold a man in a
lethargy, with his senses and reason so blasted by his
disease that he knows not his nearest friends, and takes no
notice of those that tend him, or bring his daily food to
him. How many such senseless wretches are at this day lying
upon God's hands! He ministers daily to their necessities,
but they take no notice of His care and
goodness.--_Gurnall,_ 1617-1679.
The frozen snake in the fable stingeth him that refreshed
it. Thus is it with all unthankful men: God leadeth them
daily with benefits and blessings, and they load Him with
sins and trespasses.--_Stapleton,_ 1535-1598.
[4] It is an excellent representation of St. Austin: if a
sculptor, after his fashioning a piece of marble in a human
figure, could inspire it with life and sense, and give it
motion and understanding and speech, can it be imagined not
the first act of it would be to prostrate itself at the
feet of the maker in subjection and thankfulness, and to
offer whatever it is, and can do, as homage to him? The
almighty hand of God formed our bodies. He breathed into us
the spirit of life, and should not the power of love
constrain us to live wholly to His will?--_Bates,_
1625-1629.
[5] We find the fiercest things that live,
The savage born, the wildly rue,
When soothed by Mercy's hand will give
Some faint response of gratitude.
But man!--oh! blush, ye lordly race!--
Shrink back, and question thy proud heart!
Dost thou not lack that thankful grace
Which ever forms the soul's best part?
Wilt thou not take the blessings given,
The priceless boon of ruddy health,
The sleep unbroken, peace unriven,
The cup of joy, the mine of wealth?
Wilt thou not take them all, and yet
Walk from the cradle to the grave
Enjoying, boasting, and forget
To think upon the God that gave?
Thou'lt even kneel to blood-stained kings,
Nor fear to have thy serfdom known;
Thy knee will bend for bauble things,
Yet fail to seek its Maker's throne.--_Eliza Cook_