Give me more love, or more disdaine;
    The Torrid, or the frozen Zone,
Bring equall ease unto my paine;
    The temperate affords me none:
Either extreame, of love, or hate,
Is sweeter than a calme estate.

Give me a storme; if it be love,
    Like Danae in that golden showre
I swimme in pleasure; if it prove
    Disdaine, that torrent will devoure
My Vulture-hopes; and he's possest
Of Heaven, that's but from Hell releast:
    Then crowne my joyes, or cure my paine;
    Give me more love, or more disdaine.