Sonnet Cxxii

William Shakespeare

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

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