If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near...
Sonnet 136If thy soul cheque 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, fulfil. 'Will' will fulfil 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 reckon'd none: Then in the number let me pass untold, Though in thy stores' 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 lovest me, for my name is 'Will.' Listen to the recording!Free sample available for this sonnet! Click HERE
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If you
object to my coming so close to you, tell yourself I’m your sweetheart, and
that, as you know, is allowed to be near you. I’ll make up the number of cocks to fill
you up. When there’s lots of anything, just one is of no account, and that’s
how I’ll slip in, unnoticed. I’ll be the USB to your connector slot and you’ll
like the result. You’ll love me, if only for my name, which is Willy.