Thomas Wyatt - "Love and Fortune and my mind, rememb'rer" lyrics

Love and Fortune and my mind, rememb'rer Of that that is now with that that hath been, Do torment me so that I very often Envy them beyond all measure. Love slayeth mine heart. Fortune is depriver Of all my comfort. The foolish mind then Burneth and plaineth as one that seldom Liveth in rest, still in displeasure. My pleasant days, they fleet away and pa**, But daily yet the ill doth change into the worse, And more than the half is run of my course. Alas, not of steel but of brickle gla** I see that from mine hand falleth my trust, And all my thoughts are dashed into dust.