Sonnet 120
That you were once unkind befriends
me now
«William Shakespeare»
That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow,
which I then did feel,
Needs must I under my
transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were
brass or hammered steel.
For if you were by my
unkindness shaken
As I by yours, y'have
passed a hell of time,
And I a tyrant have
no leisure taken
To weigh how once I
suffered in your crime.
O that our night of
woe might have remembered
My deepest sense, how
hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as
you to me then tendered
The humble salve,
which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your
trespass now becomes a fee,
Mine ransoms yours,
and yours must ransom me.
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