Sonnet 122

  1. Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
  2. Full character’d with lasting memory,
  3. Which shall above that idle rank remain,
  4. Beyond all date; even to eternity:
  5. Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart
  6. Have faculty by nature to subsist;
  7. Till each to raz’d oblivion yield his part
  8. Of thee, thy record never can be miss’d.
  9. That poor retention could not so much hold,
  10. Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
  11. Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
  12. To trust those tables that receive thee more:
  13. To keep an adjunct to remember thee
  14. Were to import forgetfulness in me.

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