SONNET 136	PARAPHRASE
If thy soul check thee that I come so near,	If your soul objects me being close to you,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will,	swear then that I used to be your Will (Shakespeare),
And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there.	for the will has entrance to the soul.
Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.	For my love then, my darling, accept my wooing.
Will will fulfil the treasure of thy love,	Will (Shakespeare) will satisfy you,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.	yes, fill you with wills, and my will one of them.
In things of great receipt with ease we prove	When accepting a large amount it is easy
Among a number one is reckoned none.	to think of just one as nothing,
Then in the number let me pass untold.	so let me pass through uncounted.
Though in thy store's account I one must be,	To you, I am just one in your mind's 'inventory',
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold	just think of me as nothing, just so long as
That nothing me, a something sweet to thee.	that nothing is something sweet to you.
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,	If you make my name your love,
And then thou lovest me for my name is 'Will.'	then you will love me, because my name is 'Will.'