Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
Forgetful of thy tomb thou buildest houses.
Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.
Punishment closely follows guilt as its companion.