Shakespeare's Sonnets: Two loves I have of comfort and despair

Two loves I have of comfort and despairWhich 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 evilTempteth my better angel from my sideAnd 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 an other's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.