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36  All the past with ease is read,
 * But the future who can know?

Hence! away, distracting cares,
 * Make no fellowship with me;

Point not to my silvering hairs,
 * You and I shall ne'er agree.

Ere fate forbid all further joy,
 * First amid the festive throng,

Bacchus shall my hours employ
 * With mirth, and dance, and joyous song.

the nectar'd bowl I drain Gloomy cares forego their reign; Richer than the Lydian king, Hymns of love and joy I sing; Ivy wreaths my temples twine, And, while careless I recline, While bright scenes my vision greet, Tread the world beneath my feet.