Jocund

Nights candles are burnt out, and iocond Day / Stands tiptoes on the myſtie mountaine tops.

Thou mak'ſt me merry: I am full of pleaſure, / Let vs be iocond. Will you troule the Catch / You taught me but whileare?

There was once a widdow faire, young, free, rich, and withall very pleaſant and iocund, that fell in loue with a certaine round and well-ſet ſeruant of a Colledge: […]

First in his train is jocund Health, Content, who o'er her distaff sings, And from the plough that honest Wealth Which scorns the tear-bought robe of kings.—

I was feeling blithe, almost jocund.