[ar:Julian Bream]
[al:Two Loves]
[ti:'Two Loves I Have' (Sonnet No.144)]
[tool:鐏噷鐨勬瓕璇嶆粴鍔ㄥК]
[00:00.000] Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
[00:04.204] Which like two spirits do suggest me still;
[00:08.393] The better angel is a man right fair,
[00:12.431] The worser spirit a woman coloured ill.
[00:16.459] To win me soon to hell, my female evil
[00:22.568] Tempteth my better angel from my side,
[00:25.807] And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
[00:29.230] Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
[00:33.546] And whether that my angel be turned fiend
[00:37.854] Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;
[00:41.995] But being both from me, both to each friend,
[00:46.816] I guess one angel in another's hell.
[00:50.730] Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
[00:56.486] Till my bad angel fire my good one out.