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, colored 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.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »