eggspoon

— […] / But he must eat his egg, as we eat ours, / Without the help of egg-cup, in his fingers / Holding it canny, wrapt in snow-white napkin; / Nor for gold-lackered eggspoons let him hope / In the Tiról; appurtenances those / To make the musty London egg go down, / As pews and velvet cushions and gilt prayerbooks, / And litanies and sacraments and credos, / To clothe the nakedness of venal Christ.