The Place 2 Be

Critique of Sonnet 144
SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS


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.


Slightly different alternative of Sonnet 144 that was published in The Passionate Pilgrim (1599)

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 turned fiend,
Suspect I may (yet not directly tell:)
For being both to me: both, to each friend,
I guess one Angel in anothers hell:
The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad Angel fire my good one out.


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