| 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, | 5 |
| 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 suffer’d in your crime. | |
| O! that our night of woe might have remember’d | |
| My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits, | 10 |
| And soon to you, as you to me, then tender’d | |
| The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits! | |
| But that your trespass now becomes a fee; | |
| Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me. |