Here you will find the Poem Sonnet XXVIII: Reign In My Thoughts of poet Samuel Daniel
Reign in my thoughts, fair hand, sweet eye, rare voice: Possess me whole, my heart's triumvirate; Yet heavy heart to make so hard a choice, Of such as spoil thy poor afflicted stated. For whilst they strive which shall be Lord of all, All my poor life by them is trodden down; They all erect their Trophies on my fall, And yield me nought that gives them their renown. When back I look, I sigh my freedom past, And wail the state wherein I present stand, And see my fortune ever like to last, Finding me reign'd with such a heavy hand. What can I do by yield, and yield I do, And serve all three, and yet they spoil me too.