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 confined,
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 lived alone,
Which three till now never kept seat in one.
My love for you isn’t worship,
and I won’t be urged to put you on display.
All my songs and praises
are for one person, you and they are all one.
My love will be here today and tomorrow…
You are constant, and so am I.
If I change, I become less constant. That is not my goal.
You can’t find fair, kind and true all in one person,
but you are that person with all three qualities.
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