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Act I, Scene 122


  • Shakespeare. Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
    Full character'd 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 1700
    Have faculty by nature to subsist;
    Till each to razed oblivion yield his part
    Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd.
    That poor retention could not so much hold,
    Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score; 1705
    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.