Fulke Greville - "Fie, foolish earth..." lyrics

Fie, foolish earth, think you the heaven wants glory Because your shadows do yourself benight? All's dark unto the blind, let them be sorry; But love still in herself finds her delight. Fie, fond desire, think you that love wants glory Because your shadows do yourself benight? The hopes and fears of lust may make men sorry, The heavens in themselves are ever bright. Then earth, stand fast, the sky that you benight Will turn again and so restore your glory; Desire, be steady, hope is your delight, An orb wherein no creature can be sorry, Love being placed above these middle regions Where every pa**ion wars itself with legions.