Let not my love be called idolatry, <br />Nor my belovèd as an idol show, <br />Since all alike my songs and praises be <br />To one, of one, still such, and ever so. <br />Kind is my love today, tomorrow kind, <br />Still constant in a wondrous excellence; <br />Therefore my verse to constancy confined, <br />One thing expressing, leaves out difference. <br />"Fair, kind, and true" is all my argument, <br />"Fair, kind, and true" varying to other words; <br />And in this change is my invention spent, <br />Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords. <br /> Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone. <br /> Which three till now never kept seat in one.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-105-let-not-my-love-be-called-idolatry/
