Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,

- The Passionate Pilgrim II

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, 

 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,

  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. 

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.