Shakespeare talks about regifting a notebook that was given to him. He argues that having to write in the notebook will make him more forgetful. Terrible excuse in my eyes! Sonnet 122Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainFull 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 heartHave faculty by nature to subsist;Till each to razed oblivion yield his partOf 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.

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