1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 82 

1	I grant thou wert not married to my muse,
2	And therefore mayst without attaint o’erlook
3	The dedicated words which writers use
4	Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
5	Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
6	Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,
7	And therefore art enforced to seek anew
8	Some fresher stamp of these time-bettering days.
9	And do so, love# yet when they have devised
10	What strainèd touches rhetoric can lend,
11	Thou, truly fair, wert truly sympathized
12	In true plain words by thy true-telling friend#
13	And their gross painting might be better used
14	Where cheeks need blood: in thee it is abused.