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    That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression¹ bow, Unless my nerves were brass² 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 tyrant³, have no leisure taken To weigh how once I suffer'd in your crime. O！ that our night of woe⁴ might have remember'd My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits, And soon to you, as you to me, then tender'd The humble⁵ salve, which wounded bosoms⁶ fits！ But that your trespass⁷ now becomes a fee； Mine ransoms⁹ yours, and yours must ransom⁸ me.