Sonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despair
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. William Shakespeare Presenters Mark Chatterley Thierry Heles The post Sonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despair appeared first on In Ear Entertainment.