Flattering dust with eternity.
Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 2.
By all that 's good and glorious.
Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 2.
I am the very slave of circumstance
And impulse,—borne away with every breath!
Sardanapalus. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The dust we tread upon was once alive.
Sardanapalus. Act iv. Sc. 1.
For most men (till by losing rendered sager)