Let not my love be called idolatry, <br />Nor my beloved 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 to-day, to-morrow 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-2/
