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[ar:Julian Bream] |
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[al:Two Loves] |
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[ti:'Two Loves I Have' (Sonnet No.144)] |
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[tool:鐏噷鐨勬瓕璇嶆粴鍔ㄥК] |
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Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, |
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Which like two spirits do suggest me still; |
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The better angel is a man right fair, |
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The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. |
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To win me soon to hell, my female evil |
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Tempteth my better angel from my side, |
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And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, |
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Wooing his purity with her foul pride. |
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And whether that my angel be turned fiend |
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Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; |
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But being both from me, both to each friend, |
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I guess one angel in another's hell. |
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Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, |
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Till my bad angel fire my good one out. |
