Here the sword and sceptre rust—
Earth to earth and dust to dust.
From Plato:
The sceptred king, the burdened slave,
The humble and the haughty die;
The rich, the poor, the base, the brave,
In dust without distinction lie.
In the last two lines of the “Elegy to the memory of an unfortunate lady”:
A heap of dust alone remains of thee;
’Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be,