Sonnet 120

　　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 hammered steel.

　　For if you were by my unkindness shaken，

　　As I by yours，you've past a hell of time；

　　And I，a tyrant，have no leisure taken

　　To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.

　　O，that our night of woe might have remembered

　　My deepest sense how hard true sor