William Shakespeare. 1564–1616

Sonnet CXLIV.

“Two loves I have of comfort and despair”

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    5
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;   10
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.