- 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 ease we prove
- Among a number one is reckon’d 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.’