THAT you were once
unkind befriends me now |
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And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, |
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Needs must I under my transgression bow, |
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Unless my nerves were brass or hammerd
steel. |
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For if you were by my unkindness shaken, |
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As I by yours, you ve passd a
hell of time; |
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And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken |
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To weigh how once I sufferd in your
crime. |
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O! that our night of woe might have rememberd |
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My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits, |
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And soon to you, as you to me, then tenderd |
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The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits! |
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But that your trespass now becomes
a fee; |
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Mine ransoms yours, and yours
must ransom me. |
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