1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 80 

1	O, how I faint when I of you do write,
2	Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
3	And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
4	To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fame!
5	But since your worth, wide as the ocean is,
6	The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
7	My saucy barque, inferior far to his,
8	On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
9	Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat
10	Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride#
11	Or, being wrecked, I am a worthless boat,
12	He of tall building and of goodly pride.
13	Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
14	The worst was this: my love was my decay.