Sonnet 122

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.

William Shakespeare