To guide the gay through life’s tempestuous wave;
Nor suffer them to strike the common rock, 1030
“From greater danger to grow more secure,
And, wrapt in happiness, forget their fate.”
Lysander, happy past the common lot,
Was warn’d of danger, but too gay to fear.
He woo’d the fair Aspasia: she was kind:
In youth, form, fortune, fame, they both were bless’d:
All who knew, envied; yet in envy loved: 1037
Can fancy form more finish’d happiness?