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 Danaë in that golden shower, 
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 released.
       Then crown my joys or cure my pain : 
      Give me more love or more disdain.                
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