It’s time for some digital poetry. Today we’ll declaim part of “The Bacchae” by Euripides.
–Oh Thebes, nurse of Semele,
crown your hair with ivy!
Grow green with bryony!
Redden with berries! O city,
with boughs of oak and fir,
come dance the dance of god!
Fringe your skins of dappled fawn
with tufts of twisted wool!
Handle with holy care
the Snaptrip offer!
And let the dance begin!
So feel free to be inspired by our Snaptrip! (UK) offer with 2,16% payout, like ancient Greek playwright was.
