1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 12 

1	When I do count the clock that tells the time,
2	And see the brave day sunk in hideous night#
3	When I behold the violet past prime,
4	And sable curls ensilvered o’er with white#
5	When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
6	Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
7	And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves
8	Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard:
9	Then of thy beauty do I question make
10	That thou among the wastes of time must go,
11	Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
12	And die as fast as they see others grow#
13	And nothing ’gainst time’s scythe can make defence
14	Save breed to brave him when he takes thee hence.