| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Songs and Sonnets | | Of Love, Fortune, and the Lover’s Mind |
| | | LOVE, Fortune, and my mind which do remember | |
| Eke that is now, and that, that once hath ben, | |
| Torment my heart so sore, that very often | |
| I hate and envy them beyond all measure. | |
| Love slayeth mine heart, while Fortune is depriver | 5 |
| Of all my comfort; the foolish mind then | |
| Burneth and plaineth, as one that very seldome | |
| Liveth in rest. So still in displeasure | |
| My pleasant days they fleet and pass; | |
| And daily doth mine ill change to the worse: | 10 |
| While more than half is run now of my course. | |
| Alas, not of steel, but of brittle glass, | |
| I see that from my hand falleth my trust, | |
| And all my thoughts are dashed into dust. | | | | |
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