Practice Typing

Far hence be Bacchus gifts; the chief rejoind; Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind, Unnerves the limbs, and dulls the noble mind. Let chiefs abstain, and spare the sacred juice To sprinkle to the gods, its better use. By me that holy office were profaned; Ill fits it me, with human gore distaind, To the pure skies these horrid hands to raise, Or offer heavens great Sire polluted praise. You, with your matrons, go.