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, 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 Store'S 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 Lov'St Me For My Name Is 'Will.'