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Two Loses I have, of Comfort, and Defecire,
That like two Spirits, do forget me still:
My better Angell is a Man (right faith)
My worfer spirits a Woman (colour'd ill.)
To winnie me loone to hell, my Female cull
Tempteth my better Angell from my side,
And would corrupt my Saint to be a Djuell,
Wooing his purity with her faite pride.
And whether that my Angell be nirnde feend,
Suspect I may (yet not directly tell):
For being both to me: both, to each friend,
I ghehe one Angell in another's hell:
The truth I shall not know, but hue in doubt,
Till my bad Angell fire my good one out.
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