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.

TO CYNTHIA.

On her being an Incendiary.

SAy (sweetest) whether thou didst use me well, If when in my hearts house I let thee dwell A welcome Inmate, and did not require More than a kisse a day, for rent or hire: Thou wert not onely pleas'd to stop the rent, But most ungratefull, burnt the Tenement: Henceforth it will ensue, that thou didst carry The branded name of an Incendiary: No heart will harbour thee, and thou, like poore As I, may'st lodging beg from doore to doore. If it be so, my ready course will be To get a Licence, and re-edifie My wasted heart. If Cupid shall inquire, By what mishap my heart was set on fire; I'le say, my happy fortune was to get Thy beauties crop, which being greene and wet With shores of teares, I did to hasty in, Before that throughly withered it had bin:

So heating in the mowe it soone became At first a smoke, and afterwards a flame: At this Loves little King will much admire, How cold and wet cojoyn'd can cause a fire Having no heat themselves, but I do know What he will say, for he will bid me go, And build my heart of stone; so shall I bee Safe from the lightning of thine eies, and thee, The cold, and hardnesse of stone hearts, best serving For coy greene beauties, and them best preserving, Yet here is danger; for if thou be in't My heart to stone, and thine harder then flint, Knocking together may strike fire, and set Much more on fire, then hath bin burned yet If so it hap, then let those flames calcine My heart to Cinders, so it soften thine: A heart, which untill then doth serve the turne To enflame others, but it selfe not burne.