
| 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, |
| 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. |
.William Shakespeare, Sonett 105
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