Sweet April - time O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise , and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys Of vanished springs, like flowers .
Your isle, which stands As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in With rocks unscalable, and roaring waters.william shakespeare
Hell is paved with the skulls of great scholars, and paled in with the bones of great men.
Because you paled on seeing my ugliness , your son shall be pale (pandu), and that will be his name, O, woman with the beautiful face.