The Passionate Pilgrim

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Act I, Scene 2


  • Shakespeare. Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, 15
    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 evil
    Tempteth my better angel from my side, 20
    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, 25
    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.

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