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Sonnet CXXXVI pdf version
 
If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,1
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will,'2
And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;3
Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.4
'Will' will fulfil the treasure of thy love,5
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.6
In things of great receipt with ease we prove7
Among a number one is reckon'd none:8
Then in the number let me pass untold,9
Though in thy stores' account I one must be;10
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold11
That nothing me, a something sweet to thee:12
    Make but my name thy love, and love that still,13
    And then thou lovest me, for my name is 'Will.'14