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.

Who was the fool, who the wise man, beggar or king? Whether poor or rich, all's the same in death.

I have walked into the palaces of kings and queens and into the houses of presidents. And much more.

The rich man in his castle, / The poor man at his gate, / God made them, high or lowly, / And ordered their estate.

While civilization has been improving our houses, it has not equally improved the men who are to inhabit them. It has created palaces, but it was not so easy to create noblemen and kings.