Happiness is getting outside for some fresh air

 

He 'scapes the best, who nature to repair

Draws physick from the fields in draughts of vital air.

 

-- John Dryden 

Happiness is the power of the herbalist, formerly called a simpler or simplist

 Medicine is mine: what herbs and simples grow

In fields and forests, all their pow'rs I know.

-- John Dryden

Decoration Day

 

 Embrace again, my sons! be foes no more;

Nor stain your country with her children's gore.

-- John Dryden

Happiness is the vaporless morning

 The morning is the best, because the imagination is not clouded by the vapours of meat.

-- John Dryden

Happiness is savory with sweet

On smoaking lard they dine;

A sav'ry bit that serv'd to relish wine. 

-- John Dryden

Happiness is the one thousand year old oak tree

The King Oak of Denmark may date as early as the first century AD

 

 

 

The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees,

Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees;

Three centuries he grows, and three he stays

Supreme in state; and in three more decays.

 

-- John Dryden

Happiness is a silvan scene

Betwixt two rows of rocks, a silvan scene

Appears above, and groves for ever green.

-- John Dryden

Happiness is escaping the enemies of the homestead

The nightly wolf is baneful to the fold,

Storms to the wheat, to buds the bitter cold.

-- John Dryden

Happy is the man who has lived so well today, he needs not another

Happy the man, and happy he alone,

He who can call to-day his own:

He who secure within can say,

To-morrow do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.

-- John Dryden

Happiness is being secure from fortune's blows

Secure from fortune's blows,

Secure of what I cannot lose,

In my small pinnace I can sail.

-- John Dryden

Happiness is the birds of spring

 

The painted birds, companions of the Spring,

Hopping from spray to spray were heard.

-- John Dryden

Happiness is the product of just one field

 

 

Give me, ye gods, the product of one field,

That so I neither may be rich nor poor;

And having just enough, not covet more.

-- John Dryden

Happiness properly estimates opportunity, and takes it

The happy have whole days, and those they use,

Th' unhappy have but hours, and these they lose.

-- John Dryden

Happiness is a barn quilt, conceived on a Sunday, finished by Wednesday

Her pencil drew whate'er her soul design'd,

And oft the happy draught surpass'd the image in her mind.

-- John Dryden (1631-1700)