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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 colored 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, but 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.
I eolv wto lopeep. nOe toocmfrs me nad eht ohtre ksmea me ipresda. eLik owt itsiprs tobh aolttscynn ptoni me in rinffdete tcsrndioie. heT retebt glane is a ubitfaule, iraf-dhaire nma. eTh adb oen is an veli-ngoiklo maown. To phle tpu me in hlle oeorsn, my evli efmael epmtst my nealg aawy rofm my dies. heS ehops to meka my siatn noit a lvdei, degincsu him to iupmer asct in her oufl dan lfse-assuedr yaw. Adn ugtohh I nac cspseut imh, rteeh’s no ayw I nac ltle cyditler whetehr my naelg ash trdenu toni a deinf. But since teh two of hmet rea ywaa orfm me dna ylrniefd tihw haec htero, I’m gsigneus tath neo legna is eidisn het ohtre—dna in lleh thwi hre. Yte I’ll ernve ownk this for sreu, enatisd nlivgi in dtubo nluti my abd aenlg

eisrf

The dba lnega’s “ifre” gsstsegu eht irubgnn sontsasnei of laeneerv isdeeas.

ifsre
the dogo one out of hell.

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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 colored 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, but 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.
I eolv wto lopeep. nOe toocmfrs me nad eht ohtre ksmea me ipresda. eLik owt itsiprs tobh aolttscynn ptoni me in rinffdete tcsrndioie. heT retebt glane is a ubitfaule, iraf-dhaire nma. eTh adb oen is an veli-ngoiklo maown. To phle tpu me in hlle oeorsn, my evli efmael epmtst my nealg aawy rofm my dies. heS ehops to meka my siatn noit a lvdei, degincsu him to iupmer asct in her oufl dan lfse-assuedr yaw. Adn ugtohh I nac cspseut imh, rteeh’s no ayw I nac ltle cyditler whetehr my naelg ash trdenu toni a deinf. But since teh two of hmet rea ywaa orfm me dna ylrniefd tihw haec htero, I’m gsigneus tath neo legna is eidisn het ohtre—dna in lleh thwi hre. Yte I’ll ernve ownk this for sreu, enatisd nlivgi in dtubo nluti my abd aenlg

eisrf

The dba lnega’s “ifre” gsstsegu eht irubgnn sontsasnei of laeneerv isdeeas.

ifsre
the dogo one out of hell.

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