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.
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- 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.
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- Kinnaston, Francis, Sir, 1587-1642.
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- London :: printed by Ric. Heron, and are to be sold by Thomas Slater, at the signe of the Angell in Duck-lane,
- MDCXLVI. [1646]
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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.