Sonnet 105. Let not my love be called idolatry

Let not my love be called 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.