Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will, <br />And Will to boot, and Will in overplus; <br />More than enough am I that vex thee still, <br />To thy sweet will making addition thus. <br />Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious, <br />Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? <br />Shall will in others seem right gracious, <br />And in my will no fair acceptance shine? <br />The sea, all water, yet receives rain still, <br />And in abundance addeth to his store; <br />So thou being rich in will add to thy will <br />One will of mine to make thy large will more. <br /> Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill, <br /> Think all but one, and me in that one Will.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-135-whoever-hath-her-wish-thou-hast-thy-w/
