1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 4 

1	Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
2	Upon thyself thy beauty’s legacy?
3	Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
4	And being frank, she lends to those are free.
5	Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
6	The bounteous largess given thee to give?
7	Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
8	So great a sum of sums yet canst not live?
9	For having traffic with thyself alone,
10	Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.
11	Then how when nature calls thee to be gone:
12	What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
13	Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
14	Which usèd, lives th’ executor to be.