“Remember thee!”
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat,
In this distracted globe. Remember thee?
Yea, from the table of my memory
I’ll wipe away all trivial, fond records,
. . . . . . . .
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain, etc.
But his “remembrance” is like that of a man who “beholdeth his natural face in a glass, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.”