1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 101 

1	O truant muse, what shall be thy amends
2	For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
3	Both truth and beauty on my love depends#
4	So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
5	Make answer, muse. Wilt thou not haply say
6	“Truth needs no colour with his colour fixed,
7	Beauty no pencil beauty’s truth to lay,
8	But best is best if never intermixed”?
9	Because he needs no praise wilt thou be dumb?
10	Excuse not silence so, for ’t lies in thee
11	To make him much outlive a gilded tomb,
12	And to be praised of ages yet to be.
13	Then do thy office, muse# I teach thee how
14	To make him seem long hence as he shows now.