#144

Busy, busy first weekend of semester  L  Today’s sonnet:

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CXLIV

  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 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 foul pride.

  And whether that my angel be turn'd 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.

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Voltas:  The but at the beginning of line 11 and the yet in the Shakespearean position (this second one would be the main volta).