Q 105

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 today, tomorrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence,
Therefore my verse to one thing 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.
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