1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 136 

1	If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
2	Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will,
3	And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there#
4	Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
5	Will will fulfil the treasure of thy love,
6	Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
7	In things of great receipt with ease we prove
8	Among a number one is reckoned none.
9	Then in the number let me pass untold,
10	Though in thy store’s account I one must be#
11	For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
12	That nothing me a something, sweet, to thee.
13	Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
14	And then thou lov’st me for my name is Will.