Dust
DUST
Health and wealth we lust.
All debtors to death’s cost;
We pay then we rust
We mortals! God caused
us to live; but we are lost
in immortality; and paused
when our breath is frost.
Die, we all must;
Life, we all crossed;
Dust is man; man is dust…
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