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Two loves I have of comfort and despair by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 144

by William Shakespeare


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 colour’d ill.

To win me soon to hell, my female evil

Tempteth my better angel from my side,

And would corrupt my saint to bea 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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