He pitied man: And much he pitied those 235
Whom falsely-smiling fate has curs’d with means
To dissipate their days in quest of joy.
Our aim is Happiness; ’tis yours, ’tis mine,
He said, ’tis the pursuit of all that live;
Yet few attain it, if ’twas e’er attain’d. 240
But they the widest wander from the mark,
Who thro’ the flow’ry paths of saunt’ring Joy
Seek this coy Goddess; that from stage to stage
Invites us still, but shifts as we pursue.