Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain <br />Full charactered with lasting memory, <br />Which shall above that idle rank remain <br />Beyond all date even to eternity— <br />Or at the least, so long as brain and heart <br />Have faculty by nature to subsist; <br />Till each to razed oblivion yield his part <br />Of thee, thy record never can be missed. <br />That poor retention could not so much hold, <br />Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score; <br />Therefore to give them from me was I bold, <br />To trust those tables that receive thee more. <br /> To keep an adjunct to remember thee <br /> Were to import forgetfulness in me.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-122-thy-gift-thy-tables-are-within-my-bra/
