Practice Typing

To whom the white armd goddess thus replies. Enough thou knowst the tyrant of the skies, Severely bent his purpose to fulfil, Unmoved his mind, and unrestraind his will. Go thou, the feasts of heaven attend thy call; Bid the crownd nectar circle round the hall. But Jove shall thunder through the ethereal dome Such stern decrees, such threatend woes to come, As soon shall freeze mankind with dire surprise, And damp the eternal banquets of the skies.