Volta project, part 135

This morning’s amazing witty sonnet  J

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CXXXV

  Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'

  And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in over-plus;

  More than enough am I that vex'd thee still,

  To thy sweet will making addition thus.

  Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,

  Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?

  Shall will in others seem right gracious,

  And in my will no fair acceptance shine?

  The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,

  And in abundance addeth to his store;

  So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'

  One will of mine, to make thy large will more.

    Let no unkind 'No' fair beseechers kill;

    Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.'

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So Shakespeare called himself “Will”, or at least the Dark Lady called him that  J  and Shakespeare can use one word over and over again in a short poem and still make beautiful multivalent sense  J  and he can throw in a perfect metaphor, like the one in lines 9–10, on top of that!  The turn, however, is quite microscopic in this one … I’d say it’s the let in the Shakespearean position.  Another one in the afternoon!