Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain

Sonnet 122

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain

«William Shakespeare»

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain

 Full charactered 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 missed:

 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.