Sonnet 105
Let not my love be call'd idolatry
«William Shakespeare»
Let not my love be called 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.
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