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CV.
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.
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