Sonnet CXXII

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