MY MIDNITE MAN

Two loves I have had 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 evil man
Tempted my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Waving , pursuing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turned freek
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 never know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.