King James



        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 passed a hell of time
       And I, a tyrant have no leisure taken
       To weight how once I suffer'd in your crime,
       0, that our nights 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 ransomes yours and yours must ransome me

  Note the repetition of the following words, we find-you, you,
you, you, you, your, your, yours, yours, yours.
  This sonnet is also addressed by Bacon to King James and
follows Sonnet No.34. Here Bacon says that although the King
was unkind to him by causing him to plead guilty to false charges,
he is now befriended by the thought that his personal anguish had
not arisen through any fault of his own but from the King's unkind
demand that he should plead guilty and that the sorrow that he then
felt was necessary and that he has to bow to fate and had no time
to weight the consequences which arose from the King's crime of
causing him to plead guilty. He remembers our nights of woe the
night the King commanded him to plead guilty-and that the King
tendered to him a salve for
his words (Bacon wrote to the King:
"Your Majesty did shed tears at the beginning of my troubles ").
Bacon then writes
that the King's trespass (injury to another person)
had then
become a fee (service) that his service to the King had
(redeemed) the King and that the King must now ransom
Bacon, which he did when Bacon wrote to Buckingham after
the sentence, saying " procure the warrant for my discharge this
day", there upon Bacon was released from the tower.


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