SONNET 105	PARAPHRASE
Let not my love be called idolatry,	My love is not idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,	nor is my love an idol,
Since all alike my songs and praises be	since all I write and sing
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.	is only for one, and only one.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,	My love is kind today and tomorrow,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence.	always constant and true.
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,	So my poetry is always the same,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.	expressing only the same thing without variation.
Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument,	Fair kind and true is my theme,
Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words,	Fair kind and true, (the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost),
And in this change is my invention spent,	and in this metaphor I come to an end,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.	three in one, and all the mystery it implies.
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone,	Fair kind and true usually exist separately,
Which three till now, never kept seat in one.	and till now, never existed as one.