Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry
Let
not
my
love
be
called
idolatry,
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.
