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 show'r
 I swim in pleasure; if it prove
 Disdain, that torrent will devour
 My vulture-hopes; and he's possess'd
 Of heaven, that's but from hell releas'd.

 Then crown my joys, or cure my pain;
 Give me more love, or more disdain.