Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.
Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings. [Lat., Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas Regumque turres.]
Avoid greatness; in a cottage there may be more real happiness than kings or their favourites enjoy.
If it is well with your belly, chest and feet - the wealth of kings can't give you more.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
Who guides below, and rules above, The great disposer, and the mighty king; Than He none greater, next Him none, That can be, is, or was.
Wise were the kings who never chose a friend till with full cups they had unmasked his soul, and seen the bottom of his deepest thoughts.
Keep clear of courts: a homely life transcends The vaunted bliss of monarchs and their friends.
Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.
Kings play the fool, and the people suffer for it.
The impartial earth opens alike for the child of the pauper and the king.
Avoid greatness in a cottage there may be more real happiness than kings or their favourites enjoy.