Sonnet 122

1 Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
2 Full charactered 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 razed oblivion yield his part
8 Of thee, thy record never can be missed:
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.