Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.
Thus one thing requires assistance from another, and joins in friendly help.
Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.
Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.
What it is forbidden to be put right becomes lighter by acceptance.
The explanation avails nothing, which in leading us from one difficulty involves us in another.