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CXXII.
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
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;
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.
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