Sonnet 144. Two loves I have of comfort and despair

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.