text: 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 turnd fiend,
  Suspect I may, yet not directly tell,
  But being both from me both to each friend,
  I guess one angel in anothers hell.
     Yet this shall I neer know, but live in doubt,
     Till my bad angel fire my good one out.