my name

If 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 proveAmong 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 holdThat 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