Give me more love, or more disdain; The torrid or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain, The temperate affords me none; Either extreme, of love or hate, Is sweeter than a calm estate.
Give me a storm; if it be love, Like Danae in that golden shower, I swim in pleasure; if it prove Disdain, that torrent will devour My vulture hopes; and he's possessed Of heaven, that's but from hell released. Then crown my joys, or cure my pain; Give me more love, or more disdain.