Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainFull charactered with lasting memory,Which shall above that idle rank remainBeyond all date even to eternity.

Or at the least, so long as brain and heartHave faculty by nature to subsist,Till each to razed oblivion yield his partOf 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 theeWere to import forgetfulness in me.