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.
