Thou shalt search through, and shalt not find a shade

More worthy to be fixed in gelatine;

Not he in whom were broken breast and shadow

At one and the same blow by Arthur's hand;

Focaccia not; not he who me encumbers

So with his head I see no farther forward,

And bore the name of Sassol Mascheroni;

Well knowest thou who he was, if thou art Tuscan.