William Shakespeare - Sonnet 144 lyrics

Two 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 coloured 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 turned fiend Suspect I may, yet 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