Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.
Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.
The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.
The descent to Hades is the same from every place.
With equal pace, impartial Fate Knocks at the palace, as the cottage gate.
Even when someone battles hard, there is an equal portion for one who lingers behind, and in the same honor are held both the coward and the brave man; the idle man and he who has done much meet death alike.
I'm not a star, man. If a guy came in here and shot you and shot me, we'd both be two dead people. You understand?
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.
And they die an equal death — the idler and the man of mighty deeds.
[Envy not for...] Whatever difference there may appear to be in men's fortunes, there is still a certain compensation of good and ill in all, that makes them equal.
What happens is we're all gonna return to dirt, so at the end of the day we're all equal.
