I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

It is better to rust out than wear out.

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

O happy dagger!This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.

And nothing can we call our own but deathAnd that small model of the barren earthWhich serves as paste and cover to our bones.For God's sake, let us sit upon the groundAnd tell sad stories of the death of kings.