Shakespeare's Sonnets: If thy soul check thee that I come so near

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.I fill it full with wills, and my will one.In things of great receipt with ease we prove,Among a number, one is reckon'd 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 holdThat nothing me, a some-thing sweet to thee. Make but my name thy love, and love that still, And then thou lov'st me for my name is Will.