Shakespeare's Sonnets (1923) Yale/Text/Sonnet 136
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For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 136 (Shakespeare).
136
If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will,
And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;
Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfil. 4
Will will fulfil the treasure of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
In things of great receipt with ease we prove
Among a number one is reckon'd none: 8
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy stores' account I one must be;
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me, a something sweet to thee: 12
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lov'st me,—for my name is Will.
136. 1 check: reprove
7 receipt: capacity
9 untold: uncounted