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. |
.William Shakespeare, Sonett 105
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