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 today, tomorrow 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.
If I could go back and give my younger dating self one piece of relationship advice, it would go something like this:
Hey you – Stop falling for self-involved social butterfly extroverts who exhaust you and take you for granted and who will be bored with you by dessert on the third date and move on to the next hot thing behind your back – and start looking for someone KIND, for fuck’s sake!
Kind is my love today, tomorrow kind
Q2 brings me to tears. Kind is forever. The thought of a relationship/love that’s faithful and kind evokes a breath brimming with relief and hope and regret. But that’s me. Will I ever learn?
Fair kind and true is all my argument
Oh my. Now we up the ante with “fair!” Oh, for pity’s sake, now we’re talking about a Red Headed Unicorn. The obsession here (“therefore to constancy confined, one thing expressing”) is at least a noble one, and a focus on two priorities that, let’s face it, I forget all about in the presence of a taut stomach, impish grin, and dreamy eyes. (Yeah, he’s pretty, but he’s not that nice.)
Sonnet 105 feels like a down pillow and a lullaby – fluffy and clean and comforting. Speaking it gives me a feeling of contentment and vulnerability and safely. It practically drips with sincerity (even more than the couplet of S115.) In an ultra-cynical world, we are programmed to dismiss such Pollyanna notions as syrupy sentiment. But I think that’s a trap. I need, from time to time (and maybe more often than I care to admit) some on-the-nose, from-the-heart emotional simplicity. My pragmatic nature feels the emotional tug of the insistent need for the virtues listed here. Beauty, kindness, and truth are not unrealistic ideals. They are simple, noble, necessary qualities that many mistakenly trivialize as sentimental crap. As I speak S105 and feel that welling up of comfort, warmth, and relief in my soul, I feel sorry for those misguided fools who, through willful ignorance, deny themselves this joy.