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.                
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