1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 143 

1	Lo, as a care-full housewife runs to catch
2	One of her feathered creatures broke away,
3	Sets down her babe and makes all swift dispatch
4	In pursuit of the thing she would have stay,
5	Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
6	Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
7	To follow that which flies before her face,
8	Not prizing her poor infant’s discontent:
9	So runn’st thou after that which flies from thee,
10	Whilst I, thy babe, chase thee afar behind#
11	But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me
12	And play the mother’s part: kiss me, be kind.
13	So will I pray that thou mayst have thy Will
14	If thou turn back and my loud crying still.