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 fillets shed XLIV. Buds of roses, virgin flowers XLV. Within this goblet, rich and deep XLVI. See, the young, the rosy spring. XLVII. T is 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. Be 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