Then, just look at your teeth; when compared with a brute,
They're surpassed quite as much as a flower does its root.
One is even, as smooth, and as white as a nut;
While the other is jagged, and blacker than soot.
Slow decaying away, from the poisonous food,
Which, to pleasure the palate, the victims have chewed.
Still, in spite the result, as of sense quite bereft,
They persist, like the lunatics lately I've left.
I can't drive the foul smell from my nose," he exclaimed;
"The effluvia such hold on my sense has obtained."