Sonnet 122

Tthy guift, thy tables, are within my braineFull characterd with lafting memory,Which shall aboue that idle rancke remaineBeyond all date euen to eternity.Or at the least, so long as braine and heartHaue facultie by nature to subsist,Til each to raz'd obliuion yeeld his partOf thee, thy record neuer can be mist:That poore retention could not so much hold,Nor need I tallies thy deare loue to skore,Therefore to giue them from me was I bold,To trust those tables that receaue thee more,To keepe an adiunckt to remember thee,Were to import forgetfulnesse in mee.