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Sonnet 120

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 hammer'd steel.

For if you were by my unkindness shaken,As I by yours, you've pass'd a hell of time;And I, a tyrant, have no leisure takenTo weigh how once I suffer'd in your crime.

O, that our night of woe might have remember'dMy deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,And soon to you, as you to me, then tender'dThe 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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