LXI. Youth's Endearing Charms are fled.
LXII. Fill Me, Boy, as Deep a Draught.
LXIII. To Love, the Soft and Blooming Child.
LXIV. Haste Thee, Nymph, Whose Well-aimed Spear.
LXV. Like Some Wanton Filly sporting.
LXVI. To Thee, the Queen of Nymphs Divine.
LXVII. Rich in Bliss, I proudly scorn.
LXVIII. Now Neptune's Month Our Sky deforms.
LXIX. They wove the Lotus Band to deck.
LXX. A Broken Cake, with Honey Sweet
LXXI. With Twenty Chords My Lyre is hung.
LXXII. Fare Thee Well, Perfidious Maid.
LXXIII. Awhile I bloomed, a Happy Flower.
LXXIV. Monarch Love, Resistless Boy.
LXXV. Spirit of Love, Whose Locks unrolled.
LXXVI. Hither, Gentle Muse of Mine.
LXXVII. Would That I were a Tuneful Lyre.
LXXVIII. When Cupid sees How Thickly Now.
Let Me resign This Wretched Breath.
I know Thou lovest a Brimming Measure.
From Dread Lucadia's Frowning Steep.
Mix Me, Child, a Cup Divine.
Anacreontic.
Anacreontic.
Anacreontic.
Anacreontic.
Anacreontic.
And doth not a Meeting Like This.
Angel of Charity.
Animal Magnetism.