Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Add a sprinkling of folly to your long deliberations.
The one who cannot restrain their anger will wish undone, what their temper and irritation prompted them to do.
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
Often a purple patch or two is tacked on to a serious work of high promise, to give an effect of colour.