Let not my love be called idoltry

She had a dream, a wish, an ideal, and that is how it begins:

Let not my love be called idoltry,

Nor my beloved as an idol show,

Since all alike my songs and praises be

To one, of one, still such, and ever so.

Fiar, kind, and true, is all my argument,

Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words.