- 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 suffer’d 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 salve, which wounded bosoms fits!
- But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
- Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.