Let not my love be call'd idolatry...
Sonnet 105Let 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. Buy and Download...Click HERE
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Don’t call my loving idolatry, because it’s always worshipping one single deity. Neither is the object of my love an idol, because all the praises I give to him are always the same. I love him always with the same complete giving, so my poems too reflect that sameness
of state – they only ever say one thing. ”beautiful, giving, faithful”is all I ever write about, in various ways. It seems to be enough to elaborate on endlessly. “Beautiful, giving, faithful” have often been seen in separate people, but never until now in one single entity.