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.

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.