1 Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
2 Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
3 The better angel is a man right fair,
4 The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
5 To win me soon to hell, my female evil
6 Tempteth my better angel from my side,
7 And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
8 Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
9 And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
10 Suspect I may, but not directly tell,
11 But being both from me, both to each friend,
12 I guess one angel in another's hell.
13 Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
14 Till my bad angel fire my good one out.