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. + 