CXXII
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full character'd with lasting1 memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain, Beyond all date; even to eternity2: Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart Have faculty3 by nature to subsist4; Till each to raz'd oblivion yield his part Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd. That poor retention5 could not so much hold, Nor need I tallies6 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.