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.