Sonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so near

1If thy soul check thee that I come so near,

2Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will',

3And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;

4Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.

5'Will', will fulfil the treasure of thy love,

6Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.

7In things of great receipt with ease we prove

8Among a number one is reckon'd none:

9Then in the number let me pass untold,

10Though in thy store's account I one must be;

11For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold

12That nothing me, a something sweet to thee:

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

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