Shakespeare Sonnet 120 Video (MV)

The 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 passed a hell of a time
And I, a tyrant have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime

Oh, that our night of woe might have remembered
My deepest sense, how true sorrow hits
And soon to you, as you to me
Then tendered the humble salve which wounded bosom fits

But that your trespass now becomes a fee
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me