Translated

Fables and dreams my sportive genius feigns:
Yet dreams and fables while I range with art,
Caught by their magic force, to serious pains
Th' inventive head betrays the simple heart:
Imagin'd woes with real grief I mourn,
Imagin'd wrongs resent with real scorn.

Yet, when by F ACY'S influence unconfin'd,
Does Wisdom give my throbbing bosom laws?
Do calmer thoughts compose my ruffled mind?
Springs love or anger from a better cause?

Ah! not alone the M USE'S gay deceit
Is empty fable, but my hopes and fears:
This busy scene is one perpetual cheat,
One wild delirium all my fruitless years!

An idle dream is all I act or speak,
The cares of age, the vivid starts of youth:
Thou! when from folly's fev'rish sleep I wake,
Great G OD ! compose me in the arms of truth!
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Pietro Metastasio
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