1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 83 

1	I never saw that you did painting need,
2	And therefore to your fair no painting set.
3	I found or thought I found you did exceed
4	The barren tender of a poet’s debt#
5	And therefore have I slept in your report:
6	That you yourself, being extant, well might show
7	How far a modern quill doth come too short,
8	Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.
9	This silence for my sin you did impute,
10	Which shall be most my glory, being dumb#
11	For I impair not beauty, being mute,
12	When others would give life, and bring a tomb.
13	There lives more life in one of your fair eyes
14	Than both your poets can in praise devise.