The blind soul

Today’s second one:

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CXXXVI

  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.'

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Continuing the play on his own name from this morning’s sonnet  J  The comma at the end of the opening line should count as a volta already.  Then, more Math in the second and third quatrains  J  and he’s using much better Math here than the plain arithmetic that we saw earlier in the book. The final volta would be the then in the final line.  More of the Dark Lady tomorrow  J