William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet Cxxxvi - Poem by William Shakespeare

If thy soul cheque 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 stores' 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 lovest me, for my name is 'Will.'

Comments about Sonnet Cxxxvi by William Shakespeare

  • Fabrizio Frosini (1/11/2016 4:26:00 PM)

    This sonnet continues the play on the word 'Will' begun in the previous sonnet, and expands it further into various puns on 'something' and 'nothing'. As before, it is impossible to say how many Williams are involved, whether as lovers, or as husband, or when the poet himself is intended, except for the fairly unambiguous final line. (Report) Reply

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  • Fabrizio Frosini (1/11/2016 4:25:00 PM)

    HV thinks that the poem, as many others, arises from a distinct antecedent situation, in this case a rebuttal of his sexual advances which the woman has recently made. Her soul rejects him physically, and this is his answer to that rejection, a request for her to consider him as being but a small item, a nothingness in the context of the many men she already enjoys. He is only a name, and a name has many meanings, all of which in this case coincide with her wishes and her secret sexual longings. She only therefore has to love his name and both he and she as a result will be fully satisfied. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 10:20:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

  • (11/18/2013 10:01:00 PM)

    beautifully written
    ~For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
    That nothing me, a something sweet to thee: ~
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2001

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