But one 'bove all by th' honour-added name
Of TAFFY fam'd, far more for wit renown'd:
Cambria ne'er bred his peer, whether at forge,
Or council; Senator and Blacksmith He.
Thus 'gan the Sage — "Should Cheese, our Nation's boast,
"In Cambria be extinct, I fear our hinds
"Wou'd mourn their whole meals sunk, and Nobles grieve
"The honours lost, that crown'd the second course.
"Since then nor Cambria's courage, nor her Cats
"Against the monsters can prevail, we'll try
"If this mechanic hand, if craft, deceit,
"Can aught advantage:

Strait at this boast,
All fix on TAFFY their expecting eyes,
All in glad murmurs speak their promis'd joy,
Wait whence the bliss; question, and burn to know.