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- # SONNETS.
And sue a friend, came debter for my sake,
So him I loose through my vnkinde abuse.
Him haue I lost, thou hast both him and me,
He paies the whole, and yet am I not free.
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Who euer hath her wish, thou hast thy will,
And will too boote, and will in ouer-plus,
More then enough am I that vexe thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus,
Wilt thou whose will is large and spatious,
Not once vouchsase to hide my will in thine,
Shall will in others seeme right gracious,
And in my will no faire acceptance shine:
The sea all water, yet receiues raine still,
And in aboundance addeth to his store,
So thou beeing rich in will adde to thy will,
One will of mine to make thy large will more.
Let no vnkinde, no faire beseechers kill,
Thinke all but one, and me in that one will.
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If thy soule check thee that I come so neere,
Sweare to thy blind soule that I was thy will,
And will thy soule knowes is admitted there,
Thus farre for loue, my loue-sute sweet fullfill.
Will, will fulfill the treasure of thy loue,
I fill it full with wils, and my will one,
In things of great receit with ease we prooue,
Among a number one is reckon’d none.
Then in the number let me passe vntold,
Though in thy stores account I one must be,
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold,
That nothing me, a some-thing sweet to thee.
Make but my name thy loue, and loue that still,
And then thou louest me for my name is will.
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Thou blinde foole loue, what doost thou to mine eyes,
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