The Parliament Dissolv'd at Oxford

Under 500 KINGS Three Kingdoms grone:
GO F. Dissolve them, CHARLES is in the Throne,
And by the Grace of God will Reign alone.

What would the Commons have? the Royal Line
Heaven does dispose of; Tis not Theirs, nor Mine,
But His by whom KINGS Rule, and are Divine.

I Represent the KING of KINGS who gave,
The Crown, the Sword, the Scepter; What I have;
I am God's Servant, not the Peoples Slave.

Their Frantick Votes, and Mad Resolves I hate:
I know a better way to Heal a STATE,
Than to Sin Rashly, and Repent too late.

Bid them be gone F. They are Damn'd Uncivil,
To oblidge Me to follow them to th'Divil,
To Save Three Kingdoms I will not do evil.

The Presbyterian's Sick of too much Freedom,
Are ripe for Bethle'm; it's high time to bleed'em;
The Second CHARLES does neither Fear nor Need'em.

I'le have the World know that I can Dissipate
Those Impolitick Mushrooms of our STATE;
Tis easier to Dissolve then to Create.

They shan't Cramp Justice with their Feigned Flaws;
For since I Govern only by the LAWS;
Why They should be Exempt, I see no Cause.

To the LAWS They must Submit; 'tis in vain
E're to Attempt to shake off those again:
For where CHARLES Commands, There must Justice Reign.

When the Peoples Father does Espouse the LAW,
All those who Subjects from their Duty draw,
Do Viper-like, through Parents Bosom gnaw.

When They Attend Me next, F. Bid Them bring
Calmer Thoughts: Bid Them Propose Legal Things:
Such as may both become Themselves, and KINGS.

This will the Joyes of our Little World Compleat,
And all Attempts of Foreign Foes Defeat:
Making the People Happy, MONARCH Great.