Shakespeare tries to tell his lover that they have both cheated on each other so they should just call it quits and move on...Sonnet 120That 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 time;And I, a tyrant, have no leisure takenTo weigh how once I suffered in your crime.O! that our night of woe might have rememberedMy deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,And soon to you, as you to me, then tenderedThe humble salve, which wounded bosoms fits! But that your trespass now becomes a fee; Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.

Sonnet 118 part 2 really, Sonnet 119 is a direct continuation. Shakespeare talks about the benefits of ruining your relationship by being evil.

Our story continues with Shakespeare paying a visit to the local bell tower.

Sonnet 119

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the distraction of this madding fever!
O benefit of ill! now I find true
That better is by evil still made better;
And ruined love, when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
So I return rebuked to my content,
And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.

Shakespeare tries to explain why he's been cheating on his lover so much. I'm not sure if it's going to work to be honest.

Sonnet 118

Like as, to make our appetites more keen,
With eager compounds we our palate urge;
As, to prevent our maladies unseen,
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge;
Even so, being full of your ne'er-cloying sweetness,
To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding;
And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness
To be diseased, ere that there was true needing.
Thus policy in love, to anticipate
The ills that were not, grew to faults assured,
And brought to medicine a healthful state
Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cured;
But thence I learn and find the lesson true,
Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.