XXXIII. 'Twas noon of night when round the pole
XXXIV. Oh thou, of all creation bless'd .
XXXV. Cupid once upon a bed
XXXVI, If hoarded gold possess'd a power
XXXVII. 'Twas night, and many a circling bowl
XXXVIII. Let us drain the nectar'd bowl.
XXXIX. How I love the festive boy
XL. I know that Heaven ordains me here
XLI. When Spring begems the dewy scene
XLII. Yes, be the glorious revel mine
XLIII. While our rosy filets shed.
XLIV. Buds of roses, virgin flowers
XLV. Within this goblet, rich and deep
XLVI. See, the young, the rosy spring
XLVII. 'Tis true, my fading years decline
XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep
XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy
L. When I drink, I feel, I feel
LI Fly not thus my brow of snow.
LII. Away, away, you men of rules .
LIII. When I behold the festive train
LIV. Methinks the pictured bull we see
LV. While we invoke the wreathed spring
LVI. He, who instructs the youthful crew
LVII. And whose immortal hand could shed
LVIII. When gold, as fleet as Zephyr's pinion
LIX. Sabled by the solar beam
LX. Awake to life, my dulcet shell.