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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow, which I then did feele, Needes must I under my transgression bow, Vnlesse my Nerves were brasse or hammered steele. For if you were by my unkindnesse shaken As I by yours, y'have past a hell of Time, And I a tyrant have no leasure taken To waigh how once I suffered in your crime. O that our night of woe might have remembred My deepest sence, how hard true sorrow hits, And soone to you, as you to me then tendred The humble salve, which wounded bosomes fits! But that your trespasse now becomes a fee, Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransome me.
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600]. |
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