So hard that we’re obliged to take it
To some trip-hammer works to break it.
Good hemlock bark philosophized
In soup, by epicures is prized,
A paste of button-wood, quoth I,
Is cap-a-pie to cap a pie.
A stick of bass-wood, being bevill’d
By gastronomic art bedevill’d,
Or served as Welchmen cook their cheese,
A man of taste will always please.