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This Lidger booke lies in rhe braine behinde, Like Ianus eye which in his poll was set: The lay mans table, Storehouse of the minde, Which doth remember much, and much forget. I. Dauies.
Here sences apprehensions end doth take, As when a stone is into water cast: One circle, doth an other circle make, Till the last circle touch the banke at last. Idem.
Remēbrance is the life of grief, his graue forgetfulnes. Ed. Fairfax.
Remembrance fresh, makes weakened sorrows strong. Idem.