Sonnet 144: Two Loves I Have, of Comfort and Despair
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Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still. The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride. And whether that my angel be turned fiend, Suspect I may, yet not directly tell, But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I never know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. |
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