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 ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Sonnet 144: Two Loves I Have, Of Comfort And Despair
William Shakespeare
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Poem topics: despair, evil, fire, friend, pride, woman, good, spirit, doubt, female, purity, devil, live, comfort, guess, saint, angel, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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