Practice Typing

Straight he himself, who was aware I askd My guide of him, exclaimd. Such as I was When living, dead such now I am. If Jove Weary his workman out, from whom in ire He snatchd the lightnings, that at my last day Transfixd me, if the rest be weary out At their black smithy labouring by turns In Mongibello, while he cries aloud; Help, help, good Mulciber.