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 color'd 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 turn'd 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.

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