Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, <br />Which like two spirits do suggest me still: <br />The better angel is a man right fair, <br />The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. <br />To win me soon to hell, my female evil <br />Tempteth my better angel from my side, <br />And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, <br />Wooing his purity with her foul pride. <br />And whether that my angel be turned fiend, <br />Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; <br />But being both from me both to each friend, <br />I guess one angel in another's hell. <br /> Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, <br /> Till my bad angel fire my good one out.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-144-two-loves-i-have-of-comfort-and-despa/
