An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still, <br /> Wherewith, alas, I have been long possess'd, <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/idea-xx-an-evil-spirit-your-beauty-haunts-me-sti/
