Happiness is wood heat

 Hard by a cottage chimney smokes,

From betwixt two aged oaks.

 

-- John Milton 

Happiness is tripping the light fantastick

Euphrosyne Goddess of Joy Mirth and Merriment Corfu Greece

 

 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides,

And Laughter, holding both his sides,

Come, and trip it, as you go,

On the light fantastick toe.

 

 -- John Milton (1608-1674)

Happiness is fresh spring air

 Gentle gales,

Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense

Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole

These balmy spoils.

-- John Milton

Happiness is nutbrown ale

Young and old come forth to play,

Till the live-long daylight fail,

Then to the spicy nutbrown ale.

-- John Milton

Hail bounteous May . . .

 

Hail! bounteous May, that dost inspire

Mirth and youth, and warm desire;

Woods and groves are of thy dressing,

Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.

-- John Milton (1608-1674)

For the book lover, happiness might be a library cake

 

 

 

 

 

I content me,

And from the sting of famine fear no harm,

Nor mind it, fed with better thoughts that feed

Me hung'ring more to do my Father's will.

-- John Milton

Happiness is not Caledonia, Michigan, in the spring, a town which with an east wind stinks of manure

 

Gentle gales,

Fanning their odiferous wings, dispense

Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole

These balmy spoils.

-- John Milton, Paradise Lost