Hob XXVIa, 29: Pleasing Pain [Italian translation]

Far from this throbbing bosom haste,

Ye doubts, ye fears, that lay it waste;

Dear anxious days of pleasing pain,

Fly never to return again.

But ah, return ye smiling hours,

By careless fancy crown'd with flow'rs;

Come, fairy joys and wishes gay,

And dance in sportive rounds away.

So shall the moments gaily glaid

O'er various life's tumultuous tide,

Nor sad regrets disturb their course

To calm oblivion's peaceful source.