2027IF thy soule check thee that I come so neere,

2028Sweare to thy blind soule that I was thy Will,

2029And will thy soule knowes is admitted there,

2030Thus farre for loue, my loue-sute sweet fullfill.

2031Will, will fulfill the treasure of thy loue,

2032I fill it full with wils, and my will one,

2033In things of great receit with ease we prooue.

2034Among a number one is reckon'd none.

2035Then in the number let me passe vntold,

2036Though in thy stores account I one must be,

2037For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold,

2038That nothing me, a some-thing sweet to thee.

2039 Make but my name thy loue, and loue that still,

2040 And then thou louest me for my name is Will.

2042THou blinde foole loue, what doost thou to mine eyes,

2043That they behold and see not what they see :

2044They know what beautie is, see where it lyes,

2045Yet what the best is, take the worst to be.

2046If eyes corrupt by ouer-partiall lookes,

2047Be anchord in the baye where all men ride,

2048Why of eyes falsehood hast thou forged hookes,

2049Whereto the iudgement of my heart is tide ?

2050Why should my heart thinke that a seuerall plot,

2051Which my heart knowes the wide worlds common place?

2052Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not

2053To put faire truth vpon so foule a face,

2054 In things right true my heart and eyes haue erred,

2055 And to this false plague are they now transferred.

2057WHen my loue sweares that she is made of truth,

2058I do beleeue her though I know she lyes,

2059That she might thinke me some vntuterd youth,

2060Vnlearned in the worlds false subtilties.

2061Thus vainely thinking that she thinkes me young,

2062Although she knowes my dayes are past the best,

2063Simply I credit her false speaking tongue,

2064On both sides thus is simple truth supprest :

2065But wherefore sayes she not she is vniust ?

2066And wherefore say not I that I am old?

2067O loues best habit is in seeming trust,

2068And age in loue, loues not t'haue yeares told.

2069 Therefore I lye with her, and she with me,

2070 And in our faults by lyes we flattered be.