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A47600	Leoline and Sydanis A romance of the amorous adventures of princes. Together, with sundry affectionate addresses to his mistresse, under the name of Cynthia. Written by Sir Fr. Kinnaston, knight, late one of the squires of the body to His Majesty.	Kinnaston, Francis, Sir, 1587-1642.; Granger, David, 1611-1675, engraver.	1646 (1646)	Wing K760; ESTC R218600	63,502	161

resolv'd in this distresse Since Sydanis for three daies was t' abide Within her Chambers close retirednesse As was the custome then for every Bride Till they were past nothing should be descry'd In the meane while it was her resolution To try some powerfull Magicall conclusion 62. Which was to give a philter or love potion That should not onely cure frigidity But to that secret part give strength and motion Imparting heat unto it and humidity Both this and many another quiddity These credulous old women doe beleeve And to effect such purpose doe give 63. Amongst high horrid rocks whose rugged browes Doe threaten surley Neptune with their frowne When he at them his foaming Trident throwes Beating his high growne surging Billowes downe An aged learned Druide liv'd farre knowne For Magicks skill who in a lonely Cell As Hermite or an Anchorite did dwell 64. Merioneth posting to this Druides Cave When of her comming she the cause had told The aged Sire unto the Matron gave A liquor farre more precious than gold Of which the secret vertue to unfold It would not onely cause a strong erection But working on the minde procure affection 65. Beleeving this with joy she backe returnes And privately to Sydanis she went Who in her Chamber like a Turtle mournes She fully told to her all her intent And that successeful would be the event That Leoline those pleasures should enjoy The want of which had caused her annoy 66. Although affection which Art doth create Is nothing worth and of true love no part But lust which satisfy'd doth end in hate Yet Sydanis to palliate the smart Rather than cure the wound of her sad hart Since of two evils she the least might chuse Her Nurses councell she will not refuse 67. Heavens glorious Lampe of light that all day burn'd Was now extinguisht in the Westerne Seas To dens the beasts to nests the birds return'd And night arising from th' Antipodes Summon'd men from their labours to take ease And drowsie sleepe so soone as they repose With her soft Velvet hands their eyes doth close 68. When as the Prince the second night did lie By lovely Sydanis as yet a maid Againe in Venus warres such force to try But when that he with her in bed was lay'd And had but all in vaine all meanes essay'd Finding that his virility was gone He grievously began to sigh and grone 69. The Princesse hearing mildly pray'd him tell His cause of griefe that she might beare her part Madam quoth Leoline I am not well I feel a deadly paine about my heart Oh might it please the gods Deaths Ebon dart Er'e the approach of the next rising morrow Might free me from this world and you from sorrow 70. For while I live you 'l be unfortunate And in sad discontentment will grow old For oh my starres such is my wretched Fate I like a Miser keepe a heap of gold For no use els but onely to behold Possessing an unvalu'd treasure which Being put to use the whole world would enrich 71. But now of Ladies you most excellent Be pleas'd to heare and pardon what I say In warres to seeke a death is my intent For ere the beames of the next mornings ray I from your dearest selfe must part away And when that I am dead you shall see clearly That though I leave you yet I lov'd you dearly 72. What tongue can tell the griefe of Sydanis When as Prince Leoline without remorse Had given her his last sad parting kisse And death must them eternally devorce So that unlesse the Magicke potions force The Princes resolution did prevent She thought nought els could alter his intent 73. Therefore with broken sighs and many a teare She as the Prince was ready for to rise To speak to him once more could not forbeare Though to her words griefe utterance denyes She showing down a deluge from her eyes Which downe her cheekes in silver rivers ran With no lesse modesty than griefe began 74. My Lord quoth she your will is a command And shall by me most humbly be obay'd Which though I could I ought not to withstand But yet be pleas'd to thinke that you have layd Upon the frailty of a silly maid So insupportable a weight of woe As our weake sex it cannot undergoe 75. What er'e is writ of Grissels patience Or Roman Martia's when she lost her sonne Whose griefe was lessened by the eloquence Of Seneca by me would be out-done Nay all those Ladies that such fame have wone For manly fortitude I should out-vie Could I endure my sorrow and not dye 76. But that 's impossible it cannot be Since you who are my souls soul who instead Of longer animating it or me Will strait depart leaving me doubly dead You from my soule it from me being fled By which you shall a demonstration see Proving a humane souls mortallity 77. Now when like deare departing friends the soule And body from each other are to part The learn'd Physitian seeming to controule Th' approach of death some Cordiall gives by 's Art That for a while revives the dying part Here is a drink which if you please to tast And drink to me your pledge shall be my last 78. Prince Leoline with sighs and sorrow dry Onely to quench his thirst with it did thinke But having drunke it he immediatly Such was the force of the enchanted drinke As one starke dead into his bed did sinke Where sencelesse without motion he did lye As one new fallen into an extasie 79. Th' amased Princesse thinking he was dead Opprest with griefe she suddenly fell downe The spectacle such horror in her bred That with a shreek she fell into a swoune Which her Nurse hearing and the cause unknowne Unto the Princes bed side ran in hast Being ignorant as yet of what had past 80. And finding how these Princes speechlesse lay It was no time nor boot for to complaine To bring them back to life she doth assay And first with Sydanis she taketh paine Who after much adoe reverts againe Which being done they both together joyne Their labours to revive Prince Leoline 81. But all in vaine for after that they two For his recovery all means had try'de And finding at the last nothing would doe They thought it would be death there to abide And therefore some disguise they would provide That friended by the darknesse of the night They might the more securely take their flight 82. A womans wit which in extremities Is present and upon the sudden best For Sydanis a proper neat disguise To her old Nurses thoughts doth straight suggest Who forthwith went and opened a Chest In an out-roome neere where the Pages lay One of whose Suits shee eftsoones brought away 83. In this neat fit and handsome Pages suite No sooner was faire Sydanis aray'd But as she more advisedly did view 't Upon the sudden she was much dismaid And of her selfe began to be afraid When on the hose before a

of the Night With a command that when it did approach The place where the two Princes were to fight The Swans upon the ground should downe alight The winged teeme accordingly did doo 't And set the Coach at Prince Androgio's foot 471. The cloud then vanishing away that kept The faire and long'd-for object from the eie Bright Mellefant appear'd who long had slept As in a trance now wak't immediatly Whose beauty when Androgios did descry He gave command that 'till that he had fought She unto royall Dermot should be brought 472. All this did brave prince Leoline behold And all the Army it was done so nigh Who eftsoones to his Sire King Arnon told That there was come an Enchantres from the skie But all enchantments he did then defie As things ridiculous which he did not feare And forthwith he prepar'd to couch his speare 473. Now as these valiant Princes had begun To couch their Launces and put them in rest And each at other fiercely for to run Aiming the points at one anothers brest Prince Leolines couragious noble beast Began to tramble and to snort and prance But one foot forward he would not advance 474. The Prince enrag'd with anger and disdaine Did strike into his sides his spurres of steele And still he urg'd him on but all in vaine For that for all the strokes that he did feele From the brave noble Princes spritely heele He went not on but rather backward made As if that he had bin a restiffe Jade 475. Which now did wake Prince Leoline conceive He had indeed with some enchantment met Morogh the Druide he did not perceive Nor Sydanis who both their hands had set Upon the bridle and the horse did let For Ferne seed got upon S. Iohn his night Made them invisible to all mens sight 476. But when the Ferne seed they had cast away And Leoline his Sydanis did see He from his Steed alights without delay And with such joy as may not utter'd bee Embracing kisses her soft lips and she That had no other Magicke but loves charmes Circled his necke with her soft Ivory armes 477. With Leoline she to King Arnon goes Whose almost infinite astonishment May not be told now Sydanis he knowes Farre greater is his joy and his content The Druide is recall'd from banishment That he unto the King and Prince might tell The History of all things that befell 478. It beeing known how all things came about And how that both the Princesses were found Both armies rais'd a universall shout The Trumpets Clarions flourishes do sound All hearts are now with high contentment crown'd The Heraulds with white flags of peace are seene And Civicke Garlands of Oakes leavy greene 479. For by this time the brave Androgios knew His Princely mistresse Mellefant the faire For joy whereof his armes away he threw And with deportment most debonair Saluteth old King Dermots beauteous heir Intending at Carleon with all state His Hymeneall rites to celebrate 480. Whereas two Kings two Princes and their Brides And old Duke Leon had an enterview There now was full contentment on all sides Which fortune seemed dayly to renew And by the Druides telling greater grew Of all the great adventures that had past And Merioneth in the Dungeon cast 481. Who albeit that she long dead was thought And in the Dungeon starv'd for want of food Yet to Duke Leon she againe was brought From whom he divers stories understood And now in fine all sorted unto good Whose wonderfull relations serve in Wales To passe away long nights in winters Tales 482. And lastly for to consummate all joy E're Phoebe nine times had renew'd her light Faire Sydanis brought forth a Prince a boy Heavens choycest darling and mankinds delight Of whose exploits fome happier pen may write And may relate strange things to be admir'd For here my fainting pen is well neere tir'd FINIS CYNTHIADES OR Amorous Sonets Addressed to the honour of his Mistresse under the name of CYNTHIA On her faire Eyes LOoke not upon me with those lovel Eyes From whom there flies So many a dart To wound a heart That still in vaine to thee for mercy cries Yet dies whether thou grantest or denies Of thy coy lookes know I do not complaine Nor of disdain Those sudden like The lightning strike And kill me without any lingring paine And slaine so once I cannot dy againe But O thy sweet looks from my eyes conceale Which so oft steale My soule from me And bring to thee A wounded heart which though it do reveale The hurts thou giv'st it yet thou canst not heale Upon those sweets I surfet still yet I Wretch cannot dy But am reviv'd And made long liv'd By often dying since thy gracious eye Like heaven makes not a death but extasie Then in the heaven of that beauteous face Since thou dost place A Martyrd heart Whose blisse thou art Since thou hast ta'ne the soule this favour do Into thy bosome take the body to TO CYNTHIA On a Mistresse for his Rivals CAn I not have a Mistresse of my owne But that as soone as ever it is knowne That she is mine both he and he and he Will court my Cynthia and my Rivals be The cause of this is easily understood It is because my Cynthia thou art good And they desire cause thou art good and woman To make thee better by making thee common Well I do thanke them but since thou canst be No subject fit for this their charity As being too narrow and too small a bit To feed so many mouths know I will fit Their palates with a mistresse which I 'le get The like whereof was never seene as yet For I for their sakes will a mistresse choose As never had a mayden-head to loose Or if she had it was so timely gone She never could remember she had one She by antiquity and her vile face Of all whores els and bawds shall have the place One whose all parts her nose eyes foot and hand Shall so farre out of all proportion stand As it by Symmetry shall not be guest By any one the feature of the rest She shall have such a face I do intend As painting nor yet carving shall not mend A Bare anotomiz'd unburied coarse Shall not more ghastly looke nor yet stinke worse For at the generall resurrection She shall lay claime to hell as to her owne Inheritance and fee for it is meant She comes not there by purchase but descent One whose sins were they to be reckoned By number of the haires upon her head There were but two to answer for at most One being the sinne against the holy Ghost And if a Physiognomer should eie And judge by rules of Metaposcopie Of vices and conditions of her minde He as a face hid with the small pox should finde As there one ulcer so but one vice there Spreading the whole and that is every where Yet shall she have so many vices sow'd In every

My Cynthia Beauties queen thou canst not blame My fear nor my credulity in this If I considering of our parting kisse Shall straight affirme that on thy lip doth dwell At once a heavenly pleasure and a hell For in our kisse is blisse without dimension And in our parting grief beyond extension O do me then the favour done to those Die on the Blocke to whom the headsman showes Nor sword nor axe nor doth the Traitor know When he will strike untill he feel the blow Use me then so let 's kisse so oft so fast I may not know which kisse shall be my last TO CYNTHIA On his absence from her TIll now I doubted whether love or sight Of thy dear beauties Cynthia did invite My hand to write or did beget a line That did expresse my heart was wholy thine But now I am resolv'd 't was not thy face Thy lovely shape or any outward grace Mov'd me to write for if that those had been The cause they must have oftentimes been seen Else my long absence like a spunge would blot Those beauties which not seen would be forgot But thy rare parts of minde which I adore Once seen that 's understood they need no more Or new or frequent visits to repair My memory or make thee a fresh fair No absence from thee shall have the effect As make me not to love or not respect Visits are needles since they onely be Subjects of fooles discourse or jealousie Then thinke me like to those are us'd to talke When they are fast asleep who rise and walke As well as if they wak'd do all things right As if they us'd their eyes or had a light Even so will I turne dreamer and desire Nor sight nor light but loves internall fire So thou although no object of my sense Shalt be the subject of Loves innocence TO CYNTHIA On his Love after death LEt Lovers that like honey flies After balme dropping showres Swarming in sun-shine of thine eyes Kissing thy beauties flowres Beleeve that they do live while they do taste Of all those dainty sweetnesses thou hast Let them beleeve while they do sip Or while that they have suckt The rosie Nectar of thy lip Or from the rose unpluckt Of thy fair cheek or of thy fragrant breast The Aromaticke odours of the East Let them beleeve that they do live So long as they are sed Upon the honey thou dost give Which wanting they are dead For if thou that Ambrosiall food deny Their loves like soules of beasts do with them die But Cynthia that nere ending love Wherewith I honour thee To be immortall thus I prove For though that absence be A truer portraiture of death than sleep Nay a true death for absent Lovers weep Yet like a long departed soul That hath a body lost Hath yet a being to condole So my love like a ghost Remaining followes thee whose heaven thou art Lives though not in thine eyes yet in my heart TO CYNTHIA On her changing DEar Cynthia though thou bear'st the name Of the pale Queen of night Who changing yet is still the same Renewing still her light Who monethly doth her selfe conceal And her bright face doth hide That she may to Endymion steal And kisse him unespide Do not thou so not being sure When this thy beautie 's gone Thou such another canst procure And wear it as thine owne For the by-sliding silent houres Conspiratours with grief May crop thy beauties lovely flowres Time being a slie thief Which with his wings will flie away And will returne no more As having got so rich a prey Nature can not restore Reserve thou then and do not waste That beauty which is thine Cherish those glories which thou hast Let not grief make thee pine Thinke that the Lilly we behold Or July-flower may Flourish although the mother mold That bred them be away There is no cause nor yet no sence That dainty fruits should rot Though the tree die and wither whence The Apricots were got TO CYNTHIA On her resemblance FOrgive me Cynthia if as Poets use When they some divine Beauty would expresse I Roses Pinkes or July-floures do chuse It is a kinde of weaknesse I confesse To praise the great'st perfection by a lesse And is the same as if one strove to paint The holinesse or vertues of a Saint Yet there is a necessity impos'd For those bright Angels which we vertues call Had not been knowne had they not been inclos'd In pretious stones or things diaphanall The essences and formes coelestiall Had been conceal'd had not the heavenly powers Been stamp'd and printed on stones trees and flowers So thy divine pure soul and every grace And heavenly beauty it doth comprehend Had not been seen but for thy lovely face Which with Angel-like features may contend Which into flesh and bloud did downe descend That she her purest essence might disclose In it as thy fair cheekes do in the Rose TO CYNTHIA On her mothers decease APril is past then do not shed Nor do not waste in vain Upon thy mothers earthy bed Thy teares of silver rain Thou canst not hope that her cold earth By watring will bring forth A flower like thee or will give birth To one of the like worth 'T is true the rain falne from the sky Or from the clouded air Doth make the earth to fructifie And makes the heaven more fair With thy dear face it is not so Which if once overcast If thou rain downe thy showres of wo They like the Syrens blast Therefore when sorrow shall becloud Thy fair serenest day Weep not my sighes shall be allow'd To chace the storme away Consider that the teeming Vine If cut by chance do weep Doth bear no grapes to make the wine But feeles eternall sleep TO CYNTHIA WOnder not Cynthia thou who art Thy selfe a wonder whose each part Kindles so many amorous flames That Love wants numbers Beauty names If I that with so much respect Honour admire love and affect Thy graces as no soul can more Yet willing starve in midst of store When as by tying Hymens knot All thy perfections may be got And I to those high pleasures rais'd As to enjoy all I have prais'd Know Cynthia that Loves purest fire Burnes not in act but in desire Which while it lasts thou mayst be sure My love unsatisfied is pure Thou doest not know if I enjoy'd Thy beauties if I might be cloy'd More all the while I nought enjoy I do not care if thou be coy Nor if that lying by my side Thy virgin Cystern be untide For Cynthia thou it true shalt prove Hymen not makes but seales our love FINIS Maii 22. 1641. Imprimatur THO. WYKES