Against Indifference

More love or more disdain I crave;   Sweet, be not still indifferent: O send me quickly to my grave,   Or else afford me more content! Or love or hate me more or less, For love abhors all lukewarmness. Give me a tempest if 'twill drive   Me to the place where I would be; Or if you'll have me still alive,   Confess you will be kind to me. Give hopes of bliss or dig my grave: More love or more disdain I crave.