On two Parliaments dissolved

Two Parliaments dissolv'd! then let my heart,
As they in Faction; it in fraction part,
And, like the Levite sad with rage, ascribe
My piece-meal Portion to each broken Tribe,
And say, that Bethlehem, Judahs love, hath been
Wrong'd by the Fag-end crue of Benjamin ,
O Let such High presumption be accurst,
When the last Tribe shall wrong the best, and first;
While, like the Levite, our best Charles may say,
The Ravenous Wolf hath seiz'd the Lions prey.
Thus oft Inferiour Subjects are not shye,
A love to mock at Sacred Majesty.
What Faculty should not be injured,
If that the Feet had Power to spurn the Head?
And Kings Prerogative may soon fall down,
When Subjects make a Footstool of a Crown:
The Starrs, the Heavens Inferiour Courtiers might,
Command the Darknesse, but not rule the Light,
Nor him that made it; should they all combine
With Luna at the full, our Sun should shine
Brighter than they, nor can he be subdu'd,
Though he but one, and they a Multitude.
Say, Subjects ye were Starrs, and 'twere allow'd,
You justly of the Number might be proud;
Yet to your Sun be humble, and know this,
Your Light is borrowed, not your own, but His.
When the unfettered Subjects of the Seas,
The Fountains, felt their feet, and ease,
No sooner summon'd, but they nimbly went
To meet the Ocean at a Parliament.
Did then these petty Fountains say their King,
The Ocean, was no Ocean, but a Spring?
Let me alone, if fresh excess of store
Can make me poorer than I was before.
And shall we then the power of Kings dispute?
And count it lesse, when more is added to't?
No, let the Common body, if it can,
Be not a River, but an Ocean,
And swell into a Deluge, till it hide
The top of Mountains in its teeming pride.
Kings, like Noahs Ark , are nearer to the Skies,
The more the Billows underneath them rise.
You then, who if your hearts were first in love,
Might sit in Counsell with the Gods Above:
You, that do question your Kings Power Below,
If you come there, will you use Heavens King so?
Do not aspire, you must take up you rest
More safe Below, than in the Eagles nest.
Hath Clemency offended? will you harm
And pluck the Sun from Heaven that makes you warm?
No King nor Bishops please? what, have we got
An Outside English , and an Inside Scot ?
If Faction thus our Countries Peace distracts,
You may have want of Parliaments, not Acts.
Ill-ended Sessions, and yet well begun,
Too much being spoke hath made too little done.
So Faction thrives, Puritanism bears sway,
None must do any thing but only Say .
Stoop, stoop, you baren-headed Hills, confess
You might be fruitfuller, if ye were lesse.
Tremble ye thred-bare Commons: are you vext
That lambs feed on ye? Lions will come next.