Two loves I have of comfort and despair...
Sonnet 144Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still: 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, 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: Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. |
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I have
two lovers, like good and bad angels sitting on my shoulders. The good one’s a
lovely boy, and the bad one’s a wicked woman. The witch is cooing at the angel,
luring him away from my side so that I’ll be deprived of my good influence and
be sucked into hell.
I don’t know if the good angel has already been corrupted by her, as they’re conniving together out of my sight, but I suspect the worst. I won’t know for sure until the witch lets go of the angel.
I don’t know if the good angel has already been corrupted by her, as they’re conniving together out of my sight, but I suspect the worst. I won’t know for sure until the witch lets go of the angel.