| AW V.iii.55.1 | [Bertram to King, of Helena] she whom all men praised ... was in mine eye / The dust that did offend it |
| KJ III.iv.128 | [Cardinal Pandulph to Lewis the Dauphin, of the way to the English throne] the breath of what I mean to speak / Shall blow each dust, each straw, each little rub, / Out of the path |
| KJ IV.i.92 | [Arthur to Hubert, of his eyes] that there were but a mote in yours, / A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair |
| R2 II.iii.90 | [York to and of Bolingbroke] Why have those banished and forbidden legs / Dared once to touch a dust of England's ground? |