| 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, | 5 |
| Still constant in a wondrous excellence; | |
| Therefore my verse, to constancy confin’d, | |
| One thing expressing, leaves out difference. | |
| ‘Fair, kind, and true,’ is all my argument, | |
| ‘Fair, kind, and true,’ varying to other words; | 10 |
| And in this change is my invention spent, | |
| Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords. | |
| ‘Fair, kind, and true,’ have often liv’d alone, | |
| Which three till now never kept seat in one. |