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William Shakespeare - Sonnet 106: "When in the chronicle of wasted time..."
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When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty`s best, 
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, 
I see their antique pen would have express`d 
Even such a beauty as you master now. 
So all their praises are but prophecies 
Of this our time, all you prefiguring; 
And, for they look`d but with divining eyes, 
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
   For we, which now behold these present days,
   Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
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