Let not my love be…

Let not my love be called idolatry
Nor my beloved as an idol show
Since all alike my songs ‘n praises be
To one  of one  still such  ‘n 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  ‘n true  is all my argument
Fair  kind  ‘n true  varying to other words
And in this change is my invention spent
Three themes in one  which wondrous scope affords
Fair  kind  ‘n true  have often lived alone
Which three till now  never kept seat in one…!