Act I, Scene 144

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• Shakespeare. Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
  Which like two spirits do suggest me still: 2005
  The better angel is a man right fair,
  The worser spirit a woman colour'd 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, 2010
  Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
  And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
  Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
  But being both from me, both to each friend,
  I guess one angel in another's hell: 2015
  Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
  Till my bad angel fire my good one out.