Act I, Scene 122

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• 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.