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 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-me-now/
