The Miser "Begone blond beast:
Wanderer we want you not.
Vagabond we tire of your lot.
You spurn comfort, you spurn love.
You tear the wings off snow white doves"

The Monster: "Great Might is mind and fist,
Intractable fact that you cannot resist.
Fool who would be king
Lack you courage you have nought within.
You Hold dear things cheap and hoard trinkets in mountainous heap."