Sonnet 105
Constancy and the Muse
- 1 Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
- 2 Nor my beloved as an idol show,
- 3 Since all alike my songs and praises be
- 4 To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
- 5 Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
- 6 Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
- 7 Therefore my verse to constancy confin'd,
- 8 One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
- 9 'Fair, kind, and true,' is all my argument,
- 10 'Fair, kind, and true,' varying to other words;
- 11 And in this change is my invention spent,
- 12 Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
- 13 Fair, kind, and true, have often liv'd alone,
- 14 Which three till now, never kept seat in one.