William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet 144: Two Loves I Have, Of Comfort And Despair - Poem by William Shakespeare

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.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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