- Let not my love be call’d idolatry,
- Nor my beloved as an idol show,
- Since all alike my songs and praises be
- To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
- Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
- Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
- Therefore my verse to constancy confin’d,
- One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
- ‘Fair, kind, and true,’ is all my argument,
- ‘Fair, kind, and true,’ varying to other words;
- And in this change is my invention spent,
- Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
- Fair, kind, and true, have often liv’d alone,
- Which three till now, never kept seat in one.