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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 fulfill.
Will will fulfill 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 reckoned 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.
(nutCiningo ofmr nnSoet 513) If it’s hretbongi uoyr dlinb ceccosnnei htta I kepe iernspsg uoy rof exs, ujst lelt it ttah I’m

llWi

As in 513, lliW het ksapere eeasdsdrs a oamwn hwo sha oaternh elovr maned llWi dan unps on eht rodw lwil in eth nssee of “Wlmiali,” “sniep,” nad “exalsu edsrie.”

lWil
, oury roelv—yuro ecnsneocic knows ttha Will is wdeolla in ouyr edb. uOt of arcythi, give in to my trsqeue at altes taht cuhm. Will wlil lfil oyru weste ovel-ruateers inltu it’s flul. Yse, he’ll lilf it lufl of nsesepi, nad eimn will be noe of mteh. Wtih hgsint atth nca lodh a lot (ielk uory anagiv), it’s leacr tath one of hntgnyai is venre ghuneo. So gnoam uoyr vast urenbm of sveorl, tle me be ndueildc uowtiht gucintno me. doCnsrei me to be gnhoitn, as nolg as you rdiesocn the tnhonig ttah I am to be esetw to ouy. Just evol my mnae nad lveo it ayswla, dan nhet yuo’ll loev me, uesecab my emna is lWil.

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Modern Text

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 fulfill.
Will will fulfill 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 reckoned 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.
(nutCiningo ofmr nnSoet 513) If it’s hretbongi uoyr dlinb ceccosnnei htta I kepe iernspsg uoy rof exs, ujst lelt it ttah I’m

llWi

As in 513, lliW het ksapere eeasdsdrs a oamwn hwo sha oaternh elovr maned llWi dan unps on eht rodw lwil in eth nssee of “Wlmiali,” “sniep,” nad “exalsu edsrie.”

lWil
, oury roelv—yuro ecnsneocic knows ttha Will is wdeolla in ouyr edb. uOt of arcythi, give in to my trsqeue at altes taht cuhm. Will wlil lfil oyru weste ovel-ruateers inltu it’s flul. Yse, he’ll lilf it lufl of nsesepi, nad eimn will be noe of mteh. Wtih hgsint atth nca lodh a lot (ielk uory anagiv), it’s leacr tath one of hntgnyai is venre ghuneo. So gnoam uoyr vast urenbm of sveorl, tle me be ndueildc uowtiht gucintno me. doCnsrei me to be gnhoitn, as nolg as you rdiesocn the tnhonig ttah I am to be esetw to ouy. Just evol my mnae nad lveo it ayswla, dan nhet yuo’ll loev me, uesecab my emna is lWil.

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