"Two loves I have, of money and despair,
That like two spirits do suggest me still;
My better Avon is an excelsior man right fair,
My worser spirit a mother colour'd ill.
To win me soon to hell, my Queen of Mean evil
Tempteth my better angel from my nungate side,
And would corrupt my lover and saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with QoM's fair pride.
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend.
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell:
For being both to me, both to each friend.
I guess one angel in another's Tower hell:
The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt,
Till my Avon sales line my bank account."
- - The Passionate Pilgrim II