Your Gift Your Tables Are Within My Brain

Your gift, your 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 you, your record never can be missed.

That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies your dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive you more:

To keep an adjunct to remember you
Were to import forgetfulness in me.