domingo, 13 de fevereiro de 2011

Two loves I have of comfort and despair (Sonnet 144) by William Shakespeare

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, 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 foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn’d fiend
Suspect I may, but no 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

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