1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 124 

1	If my dear love were but the child of state
2	It might for fortune’s bastard be unfathered,
3	As subject to time’s love or to time’s hate,
4	Weeds among weeds or flowers with flowers gathered.
5	No, it was builded far from accident#
6	It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
7	Under the blow of thrallèd discontent
8	Whereto th’ inviting time our fashion calls.
9	It fears not policy, that heretic
10	Which works on leases of short-numbered hours,
11	But all alone stands hugely politic,
12	That it nor grows with heat nor drowns with showers.
13	To this I witness call the fools of time,
14	Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.