XXXI. Armed with Hyacinthine Rod.
XXXII. Strew Me a Fragrant Bed of Leaves.
XXXIII. 'Twas Noon of Night, When round the Pole.
XXXIV. Oh Thou, of All Creation Blest.
XXXV. Cupid Once upon a Bed.
XXXVI. If Hoarded Gold possest the Power.
XXXVII. 'Twas Night, and Many a Circling Bowl.
XXXVIII. Let Us drain the Nectared Bowl.
XXXIX. How I love the Festive Boy.
XL. I know That Heaven hath sent Me Here.
XLI. When Spring adorns the Dewy Scene.
XLII. Yes, be the Glorious Revel Mine.
XLIII. While Our Rosy Fillets shed.
XLIV. Buds of Roses, Virgin Flowers.
XLV. Within This Goblet Rich and Deep.
XLVI. Behold, 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 Wine I quaff, before My Eyes.
LI. Fly Not Thus My Brow of Snow.
LII. Away, Away, Ye Men of Rules.
LIII. When I beheld 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. Whose was the Artist Hand That Spread.
LVIII. When Gold, as Fleet as Zephyr's Pinion.
LIX. Ripened by the Solar Beam.
LX. Awake to Life, My Sleeping Shell.