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Sonnet CXX
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| That you were once unkind befriends me now, | 1
| And for that sorrow which I then did feel | 2
| Needs must I under my transgression bow, | 3
| Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel. | 4
| For if you were by my unkindness shaken | 5
| As I by yours, you've pass'd a hell of time, | 6
| And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken | 7
| To weigh how once I suffered in your crime. | 8
| O, that our night of woe might have remember'd | 9
| My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits, | 10
| And soon to you, as you to me, then tender'd | 11
| The humble slave which wounded bosoms fits! | 12
| But that your trespass now becomes a fee; | 13
| Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me. | 14
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