eglantine_br (eglantine_br) wrote,
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eglantine_br

I have sonnet a day on my email. I really enjoy it. This one is pretty unambiguous. Smut in rhyme to start the day...

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 reckoned 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.

It is especially dirty when you consider the meaning of 'nothing' as well as the meaning of Will.
Tags: that man could write-- ws, that man could write-- ws being ugly
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