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Sonnet 144: 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 coloured 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, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turned 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.

by William Shakespeare
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