A shortish one today, as Guy Fawkes’ Night and Christmas crowd upon me in various ways. This has nothing to do with either. It has to do, in the first instance, with hope, a subject I was researching in relation to next month’s Liars League event.
“He that lives in hope danceth without music.”
That’s from George Herbert’s oft-quoted Outlandish Proverbs (1640). I read some Herbert at university, and found some of his religious poems – ‘The Collar‘, in particular – surprisingly affecting (an atheist reading of ‘The Collar’ tends towards the pitying). But I’d not come across the Outlandish Proverbs before.
A couple more of George’s bon mots:
Every path hath a puddle.
Life is halfe spent before we know what it is.
A gloomy sort of bird (to quote Bertie Wooster on Byron), taking things the hard way.