Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 136
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 136 (Shakespeare).
136If thy soule check thee that I come so neere,Sweare to thy blind soule that I was thy Will,And will thy soule knowes is admitted there,Thus farre for loue, my loue-sute sweet fullfill.Will, will fulfill the treasure of thy loue,I fill it full with wils, and my will one,In things of great receit with ease we prooue.Among a number one is reckon'd none.Then in the number let me passe vntold,Though in thy stores account I one must be,For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold,That nothing me, a some-thing sweet to thee.Make but my name thy loue, and loue that still,And then thou louest me for my name is Will.