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Слушать(AI)Mediocrity In Love Rejected
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-hope s; 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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Danae: imprisoned in a tower, she was loved by Zeus in the form of a shower of gold.
Thomas Carew
Thomas Carew (pronounced as "Carey"[1]) (1595 – 22 March 1640) was an English poet, among the 'Cavalier' group of Caroline poets.
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