1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 77 

1	Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
2	Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste,
3	The vacant leaves thy mind’s imprint will bear,
4	And of this book this learning mayst thou taste:
5	The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
6	Of mouthèd graves will give thee memory#
7	Thou by thy dial’s shady stealth mayst know
8	Time’s thievish progress to eternity#
9	Look what thy memory cannot contain
10	Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
11	Those children nursed, delivered from thy brain,
12	To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
13	These offices so oft as thou wilt look
14	Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book.