This text comes from Rump Songs, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
When the unfetter’d Subjects of the Seas,
The Rivers, found their silver feet at ease,
No sooner summon’d, but they swiftly went
To meet the Ocean, at a Parliament:
Did not the petty Fountains say their King,
The Ocean, was no Ocean, but a Spring?
As now some do the Power of Kings dispute,
And think it lesse, ’cause more is added to’t.
Pale Ignorance, can the excesse of store
Make him seem poorer then he was before?
The Stars, the Heavens, inferiour Courtiers, may
Govern Nights Darknesse, but not rule the Day;
Where the Sun Lords it, should they all Combine
With Lucia in her brightest dresse, to shine,
Their light’s but faint: Nor can he be subdu’d,
Although but one, and they a Multitude.
Say Subjects, are you Stars? be it allow’d,
You justly of your numbers may be proud,
But to the Sun inferiour; for know this,
Your Light is borrow’d, not your Own, but His:
And as all streams into the Ocean run,
You ought to pay your Contribution;
Then do not such Ingratitude oppresse,
To make him low, that could have made you lesse.