CXXXVIIf 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 proveAmong 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 holdThat 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.’
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 proveAmong 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 holdThat 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.’