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Sonnet 144

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      Two loves | I have | of com|fort and | despair,
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      Which like | two spir|its do | suggest | me still,
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      The bet|ter an|gel is a // man right fair:
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      The wor|ser spirit | a wom|an col|ored ill.
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      To win | me soon | to hell | my fe|male evil,
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      Tempteth | my bet|ter an|gel from | my side,
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      And would | corrupt | my saint | to be | a devil,
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      Wooing | his pur|ity | with her / foul pride.
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      And whe|ther that | my an|gel be / turned fiend,
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      Suspect | I may,| yet not | direct|ly tell;
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      But be|ing both | from me,| both^to | each friend,
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      I guess | one an/gel in | anoth|er's hell.
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      Yet this | shall I | nere* know | but live | in doubt,
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      Till my | bad^an|gel fire | my good | one out.

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