1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 87 

1	Farewell thou art too dear for my possessing,
2	And like enough thou know’st thy estimate.
3	The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing#
4	My bonds in thee are all determinate.
5	For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
6	And for that riches where is my deserving?
7	The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
8	And so my patent back again is swerving.
9	Thyself thou gav’st, thy own worth then not knowing,
10	Or me to whom thou gav’st it else mistaking#
11	So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
12	Comes home again, on better judgement making.
13	Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter:
14	In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.