1593-9 by uncertain 
untitled: alternative version of Sonnet 144 

1	Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
2	That like two spirits do suggest me still.
3	My better angel is a man right fair,
4	My worser spirit a woman coloured ill.
5	To win me soon to hell my female evil
6	Tempteth my better angel from my side,
7	And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
8	Wooing his purity with her fair pride#
9	And whether that my angel be turned fiend,
10	Suspect I may, yet not directly tell#
11	For being both to me, both to each friend,
12	I guess one angel in another’s hell.
13	The truth I shall not know, but live in doubt
14	Till my bad angel fire my good one out.