Practice Typing

Unhappy son. fair Thetis thus replies, While tears celestial trickle from her eyes Why have I borne thee with a mothers throes, To Fates averse, and nursed for future woes.65 So short a space the light of heaven to view. So short a space. and filld with sorrow too. O might a parents careful wish prevail, Far, far from Ilion should thy vessels sail, And thou, from camps remote, the danger shun Which now, alas.