Sonnet136 by William Shakespeare 莎翁十四行诗 第136篇 | 英语名家诗篇

<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">SONNET 136<br>If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,<br>Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will,'<br>And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;<br>Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.<br>'Will' will fulfil the treasure of thy love,<br>Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.<br>In things of great receipt with ease we prove<br>Among a number one is reckon'd none:<br>Then in the number let me pass untold,<br>Though in thy stores' account I one must be;<br>For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold<br>That nothing me, a something sweet to thee:<br>Make but my name thy love, and love that still,<br>And then thou lovest me, for my name is 'Will.'<br><br></p>