1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 93 

1	So shall I live supposing thou art true
2	Like a deceivèd husband# so love’s face
3	May still seem love to me, though altered new 
4	Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place.
5	For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
6	Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
7	In many’s looks the false heart’s history
8	Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange#
9	But heaven in thy creation did decree
10	That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell#
11	Whate’er thy thoughts or thy heart’s workings be,
12	Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
13	How like Eve’s apple doth thy beauty grow
14	If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show!