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Shakespeare's Sonnets - Sonnet [144]Sonnet [144]
[144]
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
That like two spirits do suggest me still.
My better angel is a man right fair,
4My worser spirit a woman colored 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,
8Wooing his purity with her fair pride.
And whether that my angel be turned fiend
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;
For being both to me, both to each friend,
12I guess one angel in another’s hell.
The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
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