1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 31 

1	Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts
2	Which I by lacking have supposèd dead,
3	And there reigns love, and all love’s loving parts,
4	And all those friends which I thought burièd.
5	How many a holy and obsequious tear
6	Hath dear religious love stol’n from mine eye
7	As interest of the dead, which now appear
8	But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
9	Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
10	Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
11	Who all their parts of me to thee did give:
12	That due of many now is thine alone.
13	Their images I loved I view in thee,
14	And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.