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.

-Charles Webbe