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 hammered steel. <br />For if you were by my unkindness shaken <br />As I by yours, y'have passed 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 remembered <br />My deepest sense how hard true sorrow hits, <br />And soon to you, as you to me then, tendered <br />The humble salve 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-120-that-you-were-once-unkind-befriends-m/
