1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 109 

1	O never say that I was false of heart,
2	Though absence seemed my flame to qualify 
3	As easy might I from myself depart
4	As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie.
5	That is my home of love. If I have ranged,
6	Like him that travels I return again,
7	Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
8	So that myself bring water for my stain.
9	Never believe, though in my nature reigned
10	All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
11	That it could so preposterously be stained
12	To leave for nothing all thy sum of good#
13	For nothing this wide universe I call
14	Save thou my rose# in it thou art my all.