An evil spirit, your beauty haunts me still, <br />Wherewith, alas, I have been long possest, <br />Which ceaseth not to tempt me to each ill, <br />Nor gives me once but one poor minute's rest; <br />In me it speaks, whether I sleep or wake, <br />And when by means to drive it out I try, <br />With greater torments then it me doth take, <br />And tortures me in most extremity; <br />Before my face it lays down my despairs, <br />And hastes me on unto a sudden death, <br />Now tempting me to drown myself in tears, <br />And then in sighing to give up my breath. <br />Thus am I still provok'd to every evil <br />By this good wicked spirit, sweet angel-devil.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xx-an-evil-spirit/
