1 If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
2 Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will,
3 And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;
4 Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
5 Will will fulfil the treasure of thy love,
6 Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
7 In things of great receipt with ease we prove
8 Among a number one is reckon'd none:
9 Then in the number let me pass untold,
10 Though in thy store's account I one must be,
11 For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
12 That nothing me, a something sweet to thee:
13 Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
14 And then thou lovest me, for my name is Will.