1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 62 

1	Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,
2	And all my soul, and all my every part#
3	And for this sin there is no remedy,
4	It is so grounded inward in my heart.
5	Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
6	No shape so true, no truth of such account,
7	And for myself mine own worth do define
8	As I all other in all worths surmount.
9	But when my glass shows me myself indeed,
10	Beated and chapped with tanned antiquity,
11	Mine own self-love quite contrary I read#
12	Self so self-loving were iniquity.
13	’Tis thee, my self, that for myself I praise,
14	Painting my age with beauty of thy days.