
| 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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