Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 144

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 corrupt¹ my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul² pride.
And whether that my angel be turn'd 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.

两个爱人像精灵般把我诱惑，
一个叫安慰，另外一个叫绝望：
善的天使是个男子，丰姿绰约；
恶的幽灵是个女人，其貌不扬。
为了促使我早进地狱，那女鬼
引诱我的善精灵硬把我抛开，
还要把他迷惑，使沦落为妖魅，
用肮脏的骄傲追求纯洁的爱。
我的天使是否已变成了恶魔，
我无法一下子确定，只能猜疑；
但两个都把我扔下，互相结合，
一个想必进了另一个的地狱。
　　可是这一点我永远无法猜透，
　　除非是恶的天使把善的撵走