1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 74 

1	But be contented when that fell arrest
2	Without all bail shall carry me away.
3	My life hath in this line some interest,
4	Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
5	When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
6	The very part was consecrate to thee.
7	The earth can have but earth, which is his due#
8	My spirit is thine, the better part of me.
9	So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
10	The prey of worms, my body being dead,
11	The coward conquest of a wretch’s knife,
12	Too base of thee to be rememberèd.
13	The worth of that is that which it contains,
14	And that is this, and this with thee remains.