Or moon at full;—so seem’d he from afar.
Mere fancy’s pictures ever objects mar.
Things non-existent often frenzy paints;
We see mankind deluded over feints.35
Their peace, their war, not seldom for a sham;
Their pride, their shame, some sorry epigram.
But visions, such as blessed saints entrance,
Reflections are from heaven’s inhabitants.
The semblance by our prince seen in his swoon,
The features wore that now in flesh are shown.