Caelica, Sonnet XVI

FYe foolish Earth, thinke you the heauen wants glory,
Because your shadowes doe your selfe be-night?
All's darke vnto the blind, let them be sory,
The heauens in themselues are euer bright.

Fye fond desire, thinke you that Loue wants glory,
Because your shadowes doe your selfe benight?
The hopes and feares of lust, may make men sorie,
But loue still in her selfe finds her delight.

Then Earth stand fast, the skye that you benight
Will turne againe, and so restore your glory;
Desire be steady, hope is your delight,
An orbe wherein no creature can be sorie;
Loue being plac'd aboue these middle regions,
Where euery passion warres it selfe with legions.