Practice Typing

Soon, as the saintly spirit, by his silence, Had shown the web, which I had stretehd for him Upon the warp, was woven, I began, As one, who in perplexity desires Counsel of other, wise, benign and friendly. My father. well I mark how time spurs on Toward me, ready to inflict the blow, Which falls most heavily on him, who most Abandoned himself.