The good received, the giver is forgot.

What the hell are they all looking for? A decent way to give it all over to the giver of it all, with thanks for the bother.

Like a dull actor nowI have forgot my part and I am out,Even to a full disgrace.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.

No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.