#120

Thursday morning:

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CXX

  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.

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The volta is at the exact place where you’d by now have come to expect it:  It’s the but at the beginning of the closing couplet.  The “palindromic” final line delivers the point of the poem  J  Another one in the afternoon.