George Eliot,
Stradivarius
(1873)
“ And inward sense that works along with both, Have hunger that can never feed on coin. Who draws a line and satisfies his soul, Making it crooked where it should be straight? An idiot with an oyster-shell may draw His lines along the sand, all wavering, Fixing no point or pathway to a point; An idiot one remove may choose his line, Straggle and be content; but God be praised, Antonio Stradivari has an eye That winces at false work, and loves the true, With hand and arm that play upon the tool As willingly as any singing bird Sets him to sing his morning roundelay. ”
