1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 112 

1	Your love and pity doth th’ impression fill
2	Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow#
3	For what care I who calls me well or ill,
4	So you o’er-green my bad, my good allow?
5	You are my all the world, and I must strive
6	To know my shames and praises from your tongue 
7	None else to me, nor I to none alive,
8	That my steeled sense or changes, right or wrong.
9	In so profound abyss I throw all care
10	Of others’ voices that my adder’s sense
11	To critic and to flatterer stoppèd are.
12	Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:
13	You are so strongly in my purpose bred
14	That all the world besides, methinks, they’re dead.