Sonnet 122: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain

1Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain

2Full character'd with lasting memory,

3Which shall above that idle rank remain,

4Beyond all date; even to eternity:

5Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart

6Have faculty by nature to subsist;

7Till each to raz'd oblivion yield his part

8Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd.

9That poor retention could not so much hold,

10Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;

11Therefore to give them from me was I bold,

12To trust those tables that receive thee more:

13 To keep an adjunct to remember thee

14 Were to import forgetfulness in me.