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