Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene, Book IV,  Canto ii, Stanzas 32-33 on the Defacing of Chaucer's "Monument"

Whylome as antique stories tellen vs,
Those two were foes the fellonest on ground,
And battell made the dreddest daungerous,
That euer shrilling trumpet did resound;
Though now their acts be no where to be found,
As that renowmed Poet them compyled,
With warlike numbers and Heroicke sound,
Dan Chaucer, well of English vndefyled,
On Fames eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.

But wicked Time that all good thoughts doth waste,
And workes of noblest wits to nought out weare,
That famous moniment hath quite defaste,
And robd the world of threasure endlesse deare,
The which mote haue enriched all vs heare.

O cursed Eld the cankerworme of writs,
How may these rimes, so rude as doth appeare,
Hope to endure,
sith workes of heauenly wits
Are quite deuourd, and brought to nought by little bits?