Sawyer(i)
15 I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were cold or hot.
16 Because therefore you are warm, and neither hot nor cold, I am about to spew you out of my mouth.
17 For you say, I am rich and have become rich and have need of nothing, and know not that you are miserable, and pitiable, and poor, and blind, and naked.