Sonnet 105: Let not my love be call'd idolatry

1Let not my love be call'd idolatry,

2Nor my beloved as an idol show,

3Since all alike my songs and praises be

4To one, of one, still such, and ever so.

5Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,

6Still constant in a wondrous excellence;

7Therefore my verse to constancy confin'd,

8One thing expressing, leaves out difference.

9'Fair, kind, and true,' is all my argument,

10'Fair, kind, and true,' varying to other words;

11And in this change is my invention spent,

12Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.

13 Fair, kind, and true, have often liv'd alone,

14 Which three till now, never kept seat in one.