CCXIII.
[Teeth and Gums.]
Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.
CCXIV.
[Coals.]
Black we are, but much admired;
Men seek for us till they are tired.
We tire the horse, but comfort man
[Teeth and Gums.]
Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.
[Coals.]
Black we are, but much admired;
Men seek for us till they are tired.
We tire the horse, but comfort man