English poem
Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,' And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in over-plus; More than enough am I that vex'd thee still, To thy sweet will making addition thus. Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious, Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? Shall will in others seem right gracious, And in my will no fair acceptance shine? The sea, all water, yet receives rain still, And in abundance addeth to his store; So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will' One will of mine, to make thy large will more. Let no unkind 'No' fair beseechers kill; Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.'
More by William Shakespeare
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- Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
- Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
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- Sonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so near
- Sonnet 137: Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
- Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth
- Sonnet 139: O! call not me to justify the wrong