1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 122 

1	Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
2	Full charactered with lasting memory,
3	Which shall above that idle rank remain
4	Beyond all date, even to eternity#
5	Or at the least so long as brain and heart
6	Have faculty by nature to subsist,
7	Till each to razed oblivion yield his part
8	Of thee, thy record never can be missed.
9	That poor retention could not so much hold,
10	Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score#
11	Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
12	To trust those tables that receive thee more.
13	To keep an adjunct to remember thee
14	Were to import forgetfulness in me.