Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 144

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144Two loues I haue of comfort and dispaire,Which like two spirits do sugiest me still,The better angell is a man right faire:The worser spirit a woman collour'd il.To win me soone to hell my femall euill, ​Tempteth my better angel from my sight,And would corrupt my saint to be a diuel:Wooing his purity with her sowle pride.And whether that my angel be turn'd finde,Suspect I may, yet not directly tell,But being both from me both to each friend,I gesse one angel in an others hel.Yet this shal I nere know but liue in doubt,Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

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