Nor my
belovèd 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 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.
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