Various, The Philistine (1895)
“ LET THERE BE GALL ENOUGH IN THY INK.—Twelfth Night. ’Tis an odd old world, this of ours that is round like an orange, and slightly flattened at the poles. It drives not well, and it hath but moderate fondness [83] for gall. Why, then, seek to drive it? Why harass it with the hurtful attrition of gall-dippen pens? For in truth, its small love for gall is yet greater than its use therefor. It needs not that we should make it smart. ’Tis smart enough, and clever enough, already, towering the hearts of the angels, and affording a spectacle for the little fishes. ”
