Sonnet CXXXV

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,

And Will to boot, and Will in overplus ;

More than enough am I that vex 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.