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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 today, to-morrow kind, / 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; / 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.
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