SONNET 135	PARAPHRASE
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will,	Whatever happens, you have a strong will,
And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus -	and have me, Will (Shakespeare) and more than enough of me -
More than enough am I that vexed thee still,	so much so that when I vex you with my demands,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.	this only taxes your sweet nature.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,	Will you, with your enormous capacity for love (sexual appetite),
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?	allow me to 'penetrate' you?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,	Shall others be allowed to sleep with you
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?	but not me?
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,	The sea is all water and still receives rain,
And in abundance addeth to his store,	and even in its 'fullness' accepts more.
So thou, being rich in will, add to thy will	You are rich with desire,
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.	so accept and take me.
Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill.	Let no mean and handsome lover of yours deny me,
Think all but one, and me, in that, one Will.	and just think of all your lovers as one, and me as part of that one.