OF LOVE, FORTUNE, AND THE LOVER'S MIND.1 OVE, 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 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 : 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. 1 Petrarch, Son. 99. [AJ Notes: Eke that is now, both that which is now plaineth, complaineth still, ever, always ] Audio reading ©2012 Anniina Jokinen: Quicktime To get the free Quicktime plugin, click here. For the direct .MP3 file, click here. Text source: Yeowell, James, Ed. The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt. London: George Bell and Sons, 1904. 13-14. to the Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt Site copyright ©1996-2012 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved. Created by Anniina Jokinen on August 4, 2000. Last updated January 21, 2012.