Sonnet 144

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 coloured 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 turned fiend
10 Suspect I may, yet 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.