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CXX.
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 taken
To weigh how
once I suffered in your crime.
O, that our night of
woe might have remember'd
My deepest sense, how hard
true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me, then
tender'd
The humble slave which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine
ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
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