The greedy spirits[274] take the best things first,
Supplying their void places with the worst.40
Thersites did Protesilaus survive;
And Hector died, his brothers yet alive.
My wench's vows for thee what should I show,
Which stormy south winds into sea did blow?
The seventh day came, none following might'st thou see,
And the Fate's distaff empty stood to thee:
Yet words in thy benumbèd palate rung;
"Farewell, Corinna," cried thy dying tongue.