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.
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