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.