IITwo loves I have, of comfort and despair,That like two spirits do suggest me still;My better angel is a man right fair,My worser spirit a woman colour’d ill.To win me soon to hell, my female evilTempteth my better angel from my side,And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,Wooing his purity with her fair pride.And whether that my angel be turn’d fiend,Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;For being both to me, both to each friend,I 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.
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,That like two spirits do suggest me still;My better angel is a man right fair,My worser spirit a woman colour’d ill.To win me soon to hell, my female evilTempteth my better angel from my side,And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,Wooing his purity with her fair pride.And whether that my angel be turn’d fiend,Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;For being both to me, both to each friend,I 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.