If thy soul check thee that I come so near, <br />Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will, <br />And will thy soul knows is admitted there; <br />Thus far for love, my love suit, sweet, fulfil. <br />Will will fulfil the treasure of thy love, <br />Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one. <br />In things of great receipt with case we prove <br />Among a number one is reckoned none. <br />Then in the number let me pass untold, <br />Though in thy store's account I one must be; <br />For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold <br />That nothing me, a something, sweet, to thee. <br /> Make but my name thy love, and love that still, <br /> And then thou lov'st me for my name is Will.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-136-if-thy-soul-check-thee-that-i-come-so/
