ON HER FORGIVENESS OF A WRONG <br />This is not virtue. To forgive were great <br />If love were in the issue and not gold. <br />But wrongs there are 'tis treason to forget, <br />And to forgive before the deed was cold <br />Was a strange jest. Ah, Manon, you have sold <br />The keys of heaven at a vulgar rate, <br />A sum of money for the wealth untold <br />Of a just anger and the right to hate. <br />--Well. It is done and the price paid. Now make <br />Haste to betray them as you me betrayed. <br />These are no longer foes to be forgiven. <br />Remember they are friends, that peace is made, <br />That you are theirs. Then rend them for love's sake, <br />And let your hatred with your love be even.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-i-to-manon-x/
