Sonnet 136

The Dark Lady: Desire

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