| 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, | 5 |
| 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: | |
| Then in the number let me pass untold, | |
| Though in thy stores’ account I one must be; | 10 |
| 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. |