William Shakespeare: Sonnet 136

William Shakespeare

(1564-1616)

THE SONNETS

 

Sonnet 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.

‘Will’, will fulfil the treasure of thy love,

Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one,

In things of great receipt with case we prove,

Among a number one is reckoned none.

Then in the number let me pass untold,

Though in thy store’s account I one must be,

For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold,

That nothing me, a something sweet to thee.

Make but my name thy love, and love that still,

And then thou lov’st me for my name is Will.

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