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.
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