Act I, Scene 2

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• Shakespeare. Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, 15
  That like two spirits do suggest me still;
  My better angel is a man right fair,
  My worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
  To win me soon to hell, my female evil
  Tempteth my better angel from my side, 20
  And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
  Wooing his purity with her fair pride.
  And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend,
  Suspect I may, yet not directly tell:
  For being both to me, both to each friend, 25
  I guess one angel in another's hell;
  The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt,
  Till my bad angel fire my good one out.