"When I was alive I was dust which was, But now I am dust in dust I am dust which never was."

"A heap of dust remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!"

"Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!"

"Dust claims dust."

"What a dust do I raise!"

"When I am dead, the matter which composes my body is indestructible — and eternal, so that come what may to my 'Soul,…"

"For dust thou art, and unto dust shall thou return."

"Down to the dust! — and, as thou rott'st away, Even worms shall perish on thy poisonous clay."

"Whose touch turns hope to dust—the dust we all have trod."

"Scepter and crown Must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade."