Sonnet 136

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Sonnet 136

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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."

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  • William Shakespeare