The Sonnets CXXII - Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
By William Shakespeare
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full characterd with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain,
Beyond all date; even to eternity:
Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to razd oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be missd.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness in me.