That you were once unkind befriends me now, <br /> And for that sorrow which I then did feel <br /> Needs must I under my transgression bow, <br /> Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel. <br /> For if you were by my unkindness shaken <br /> As I by yours, you've pass'd a hell of time, <br /> And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken <br /> To weigh how once I suffered in your crime. <br /> O, that our night of woe might have remember'd <br /> My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits, <br /> And soon to you, as you to me, then tender'd <br /> The humble slave which wounded bosoms fits! <br /> But that your trespass now becomes a fee; <br /> Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-cxx/
