That none but social spirits know,
When youthful revellers, round the bowl,
Dilating, mingle soul with soul!
When I drink, the bliss is mine;
There's bliss in every drop of wine!
All other joys that I have known,
I've scarcely dar'd to call my own;
But this the Fates can ne'er destroy,
Till death o'ershadows all my joy!

ODE L.

Μη με φυγης ορώσα.

(The 34th in Barnes.)

FLY not thus my brow of snow,
Lovely woman! fly not so.
Though the wane of age is mine,
Though the brilliant flush is thine,
Still I'm doom'd to sigh for thee,
Blest, if thou couldst sigh for me!
See, in yonder flowery braid,
Cull'd for thee, my blushing maid,
How the rose, of orient glow,
Mingles with the lily's snow;
Mark, how sweet their tints agree,
Just, my girl, like thee and me!

ODE LI.

Τι με τους νομους διδασκεις.

(The 36th in Barnes.)

AWAY, away, you men of rules,

What have I to do with schools?

They'd make me learn, they'd make me think,

But would they make me love and drink?

Teach me this; and let me swim

My soul upon the goblet's brim;

Age begins to blanch my brow,

I've time for nought but pleasure now.

That none but social spirits know,
When youthful revellers, round the bowl,
Dilating, mingle soul with soul!
When I drink, the bliss is mine;
There's bliss in every drop of wine!
All other joys that I have known,

to dawld to call my own:

My soul upon the gobiet s Di,
Age begins to blanch my brow,
I've time for nought but pleasure now.