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368 Masques.                    

L O V E   R E S T O R E D,

I N   A

Masque   at   Court.

By Gentlemen the Kings Servants.

M A S Q U E R A D O.


 Would, I could make 'hem a shew my self. In troth
 Ladies, I pity you all. You are in expectation of
 a device to night, and I am afraid you can do little
 else but expect it. Though I dare not shew my face,
I can speak truth, under a vizard. Good faith, an't please
your Majesty, your Masquers are all at a stand; I can-
not think your Majesty will see any Show to night, at
least worth your patience. Some two hours since, we
were in that forwardness, our dances learn'd, our mas-
quing attire on and attired. A pretty fine speech was
taken up o'the Poet too, which if he never be paid for,
now, its no matter; His wit costs him nothing. Unless
we should come in like a Morrice-dance, and whistle our
ballat our selves, I know not what we should do: we
ha' neither Musician to play our tunes, but the wild Mu-
sick here, and the rogue Play boy that acts Cupid, is got
so hoarse, your Majesty cannot hear him, half the bredth
o' your chair. See, they ha' thrust him out, at adventure.
We humbly beseech your Majesty to bear with us. We
had both hope and purpose it should have been better,
howsoever we are lost in it.
   Plut. What makes this light, fether'd vanity, here?
Away impertinent folly. Infect not this assembly.
   Masq. How boy!
   Plut. Thou common corruption of all manners, and
places that admit thee.
   Masq. Ha' you recovered your voice, to rail at me?
   Plut. No, vizarded impudence. I am neither Player,
nor Masquer; but the God himself, whose deity is here
profaned by thee. Thou, and thy like, think your selves
authoriz'd in this place, to all licence of surquedry. But
you shall find custome hath not so grafted you here, but
you may be rent up, and thrown out as unprofitable e-
vils. I tell thee, I will have no more Masquing; I will
not buy a false, and fleeting delight so dear: The merry
madness of one hour shall not cost me the repentance of
an age.
   Robin Goodfellow. How! no Masque, no Masque? I
pray you say, are you sure on't? no Masque indeed?
What do I here then? Can you tell?
   Masq. No, Faith.
   Rob. Slight, I'll be gone again, and there be no Masque;
There's a jest. Pray you resolve me. Is there any? or
no? A Masque?
   Plut. Who are you?
   Rob. Nay, I'll tell you that when I can. Do's any body
know themselves here, think you? I would fain know if
there be a Masque, or no.
   Plut. There is none, nor shall be, sir; does that satisfie
   Rob. Slight, a fine trick! a piece of Englands Joy, this.
Are these your Court-sports! would I had kept me to
my gamboles o'the country still, selling of fish, short ser-

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vice, shooing the wild Mare, or rosting of Robin Red-
brest. These were better, than after all this time no
Masque: you look at me. I have recovered my self, now,
for you, I am the honest plain country Spirit, and harm-
less: Robin Good-fellow, he that sweeps the harth, and
the house clean, riddles for the Country Maids, and does
all their other drudgery, while they are at hot-cockles:
one, that has discours'd with your Court spirits, e're now;
but was fain to night to run a thousand hazards to arrive
at this place; never poor Goblin was so put to his shifts,
to get in, to see nothing. So many thorny difficulties
as I have past, deserv'd the best Masque; the whole shop
of the Revels. I would you would admit some of my
feats, but I ha' little hope o'that i'faith, you let me in so
   Plut. Sir, here's no place for them, nor you. Your
rude good-fellowship must seek some other Sphear for
your admitte.
   Rob. Nay, so your stiff-necked Porter told me, at the
gate, but not in so good words. His staff spoke somewhat
to that boistrous sense: I am sure he concluded all in a
non-entry, which made me, e'ne climb over the wall,
and in by the wood-yard, so to the tarras, where when
I came, I found the okes of the guard more unmov'd, and
one of 'hem, upon whose arm I hung, shov'd me off o'the
ladder, and dropt me down like an Acorn. 'Twas well
there was not a Sow in the verge, I had been eaten up
else. Then I heard some talk o' the Carpenters way, and
I attempted that, but there the woodden rogues let a huge
trap-door fall o' my head. If I had not been a spirit, I
had been mazarded. Though I confess I am none of those
subtil ones, that can creep thorough at a key-hole, or the
crackt pane of a window. I must come in at a door,
which made me once think of a trunk; but that I would
not imitate so Catholick a Cockescomb as Coryat. There-
fore I took another course. I watch'd what kind of Per-
sons the door most open'd to, and one of their shapes I
would belie to get in with. First, I came with authority,
and said, I was an engineer, and belong'd to the motions.
They ask'd me if I were the fighting Bear of last year, and
laught me out of that, and said, the motions were ceas'd.
Then I took another figure, of an old tire-woman; but
tir'd under that too, for none of the Masquers would take
note of me, the mark was out of my mouth. Then I
pretended to be a Musician, marry, I could not shew
mine Instrument, and that bred a discord. Now, there
was nothing left for me that I could presently think on,
but a Feather-maker of Black-fryers, and in that shape I
told 'hem, surely, I must come in, let it be opened unto
me; but they all made as light of me, as of my feather;
and wonder'd how I could be a Puritane, being of so vain
a vocation. I answer'd, We are all Masquers sometimes:
with which they knock'd Hypocrisie o' the pate, and made

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room for a bombard man, that brought bouge for a Coun-
try Lady or two, that fainted, he said, with fasting, for
the fine sight since seven a Clock i' the morning. O how
it griev'd me, that I was prevented o' that shape, and
had not toucht on it in time. It lik'd me so well. But I
thought I would offer at it yet. Marry before I could pro-
cure my properties, alarum came, that some of the
Whimlen's had too much; and one shew'd how fruitfully
they had watered his head, as he stood under the grices;
and another came out complaining of a cataract, shot
into his eyes, by a planet, as he was star-gazing. There
was that device defeated. By this time I saw a fine Citi-
zens Wife, or two, let in; and that figure provok'd me
exceedingly to take it; which I had no sooner done, but
one o' the Black-guard had his hand in my vestry, and
was groping of me as nimbly as the Christmas cut-purse.
He thought he might be bold with me, because I had not
a Husband in sight to squeak to. I was glad to forgo my
form, to be rid of his hot steeming affection, it so smelt
o' the boyling house. Forty other devices I had, of Wyre-
and the Chandrie, and I know not what else: but all
succeeded alike. I offered money too, but that could
not be done so privately, as it durst be taken, for the dan-
ger of an example. At last, a troop of strangers came to
the door; with whom I made my self sure to enter: but
before I could mix, they were all let in, and I left alone,
without, for want of an Interpreter. Which, when I
was fain to be to my self a Colossus, the company told me,
I had English enough to carry me to bed; with which, all
the other statues of flesh laugh'd. Never, till then, did
I know the want of an hook, and a piece of beef, to have
baited three or four o' those goodly wide mouths with.
In this despair, when all invention, and translation too,
fail'd me, I e'ne went back, and stuck to this shape you
see me in, of mine own, with my broom, and my can-
dles, and came on confidently, giving out, I was a part
o' the device: At which, though they had little to do with
wit; yet, because some on't might be used here to night,
contrary to their knowledg, they thought it fit, way
should be made for me; and, as it falls out, to small pur-
   Plut. Just as much as you are fit for. Away idle spirit;
and thou the idle cause of his adventring hither, vanish
with him. 'Tis thou, that art not only the sower of va-
nities, in these high places, but the call of all other light
follies to fall, and feed on them. I will endure thy prodi-
gality, nor riots no more; they are the ruine of states.
Nor shall the tyranny of these nights, hereafter impose a
necessity upon me, of entertaining thee. Let 'hem em-
brace more frugal pastimes. Why should not the thrifty
and right worshipful game of Post and Pair content 'hem?
Or the witty invention of Noddie, for counters? or God
make them rich,
at the Tables? but Masking, and Revel-
ling? Were not these Ladies, and their Gentlewomen
more housewifely employed, a dozen of 'hem to a light,
or twenty (the more the merrier) to save charges i' their
chambers, at home, and their old night-gowns, at Draw-
gloves, Riddles, Dreams,
and other pretty Purposes, rather
than to wake here, in their flaunting wires, and tires,
lac'd gowns, embroidered petticoats, and other taken-up
braveries. Away, I will no more of these superfluous ex-
cesses. They are these make me hear so ill, both in town
and country, as I do; which, if they continue, I shall be
the first shall leave 'hem.
   Masq. Either I am very stupid, or this a reformed
   Rob. How? do's any take this for Cupid? the Love in

   Masq. Yes, is't not he?
   Rob. Nay then, we spirits (I see) are subtler yet, and
somewhat better discoverers. No; it is not he, nor his
Brother Anti-Cupid, the Love of Vertue, though he pretend
to it with his phrase and face: 'Tis that Impostor Plutus,
the God of money, who has stoln Love's ensigns; and in

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his belied figure, raigns; the world making friendships,
contracts, marriages, and almost religion; begetting,
breeding, and holding the nearest respects of mankind;
and usurping all those offices in this Age of gold, which
Love himself perform'd in the golden Age. 'Tis he, that
pretends to tye Kingdoms, maintain commerce, dispose
of honours, make all places and dignities arbitrary from
him: even to the very Country, where Love's name can-
not be ras'd out, he has yet gain'd there upon him, by a
proverb, insinuating his preeminence, Not for love, or mo-
There Love lives confin'd, by his tyranny, to a cold
Region, wrapt up in furres like a Muscovite, and almost
frozen to death: while he, in his inforced shape, and with
his ravish'd Arms, walks as if he were to set bounds, and
give laws to destiny. 'Tis you, mortals, that are fools;
and worthy to be such, that worship him: for if you had
wisdom, he had no God-head. He should stink in the
grave with those wretches, whose Slave he was. Con-
temn him, and he is one. Come, follow me. I'll bring
you where you shall find Love, and by the vertue of this
Majesty, who projecteth so powerful beams of light and
heat through this Hemisphere, thaw his icie fetters, and
scatter the darkness that obscures him. Then, in despight
of this insolent and barbarous Mammon, your sports may
proceed, and the solemnities of the night be compleat,
without depending on so earthy an idol.
   Plut. I, do; attempt it: 'Tis like to find most necessary
and fortunate event, whatsoever is enterpris'd without my
aides. Alas! how bitterly the spirit of Poverty spouts it
self against my weal, and felicity! but I feel it not. I che-
rish and make much of my self, flow forth in ease, and
delicacy, while that murmures, and starves.

Enter Cupid, in his Chariot, guarded with the Masquers.

S O N G.

, How came Love, that is himself a fire, to be so cold!
Yes, tyran Money quencheth all desire, or makes it old.
   But here are beauties will revive
   Loves youth, and keep his heat alive:
      As often as his Torch here dies,
      He need but light it at fresh eyes.
   Joy, joy, the more: for in all Courts,
   If Love be cold, so are his sports.

C U P I D.

I have my spirits again, and feel my lims.
   Away with this cold cloud, that dims
   My light. Lie there my furres, and charms,
   Love feels a heat, that inward warms,
   And guards him naked, in these places,
   As at his birth, or 'mongst the Graces.
   Impostor Mammon, come, resign
   This bow and quiver; they are mine.
   Thou hast too long usurp'd my rites,
   I now am Lord of mine own nights.
   Be gone, whilst yet I give thee leave.
   When, thus, the world thou wilt deceive,
   Thou canst in youth and beauty shine,
   Belie a God-heads form divine,
   Scatter thy gifts, and flie to those,
   Where thine own humor may dispose:
   But when to good men thou art sent,
   By Joves direct commandment,
   Thou then, art aged, lame, and blind,
   And canst nor path nor persons find.
   Go, honest spirit, chase him hence,
   T' his caves; and there let him dispence
   For murders, treasons, rapes, his bribes
   Unto the discontented tribes;
   Where, let his heaps grow daily less,
   And he, and they, still want success.
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The Majesty, that here doth move,
Shall triumph, more secur'd by Love,
Than all his earth; and never crave
His aids, but force him as a slave.
To those bright beams I owe my life,
And I will pay it, in the strife
Of duty back. See, here are ten,
The spirits of Court, and flower of men,
Led on by me, with flam'd intents,
To figure the ten ornaments,
That do each courtly presence grace.
Nor will they rudely strive for place,
One to precede the other; but
As musick them in form shall put,
So will they keep their measures true,
And make still their proportions new,
Till all become, one harmonie,
Of honour, and of courtesie,
True valour, and urbanity,
Of confidence, alacrity,
Of promptness, and of industry,
Hability, Reality.

Nor 'shall' omitted those graces ever quit your Court:
Or I be wanting to supply their sport.

D  A  N  C  E  S.

S O N G.

His motion was of love begot,
   It was so airy, light, and good,

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His wings into their feet he shot,
   Or else himself into their blood.
But ask not how. The end will prove,
That love's in them, or they're in love.

S O N G.

Ave men beheld the Graces dance,
   Or seen the upper Orbes to move?
So these did turn, return, advance,
     Drawn back by doubt, put on by love.
And now, like earth, themselves they fix,
Till greater powers vouchsafe to mix
  Their motions with them. Do not fear
  You brighter Planets of this Sphear:
      Not one male-heart you see,
        But rather to his female eyes
        Would dye a destin'd sacrifice,
      Than live at home, and free.

S O N G.

Ive end unto thy pastimes, Love,
   Before thy labors prove:
A little rest between,
Will make thy next Shows better seen.
    Now let them close their eyes, and see
    If they can dream of thee,
Since morning hastes to come in view,
And all the morning dreams are true.

A  Challenge  at  T I L T,

At  a  M A R R I A G E.

Two C U P I D S striving the day after the Marriage.

T is my right, and I will have it.
   2. By what law or necessity? pray you come
   1. I serve the man and the nobler creature.
   2. But I the woman, and the purer; and therefore the
worthier: because you are a handful above me, do you
think to get a foot afore me, Sir: No, I appeal to you
   1. You are too rude, boy, in this presence.
   2. That cannot put modesty in me, to make me come
behind you though; I will stand for mine inches with you,
as peremptory as an Ambassador; Ladies, your Soveraignties
are concern'd in me, I am the Wives page.
   1. And I the Husbands.
   2. How!
   1. Ha!
   2. One of us must break the wonder; and therefore I
that have best cause to be assur'd of mine own truth, de-
mand of thee, by what magick thou wear'st my ensigns?
or hast put on my person?
   1. Beware, young Ladies, of this Impostor: and Mo-
thers, look to your Daughters and Neeces: A false Cupid
is abroad: it is I that am the true, who to do these glad
solemnities their proper rites, have been contented (not
to put off, but) to conceal my deity, and in this habit of
a servant to attend him who was yesterday the happy
Bridegroom, in the complement of his Nuptials, to make
all his endeavours and actions more gracious and lovely.

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   2. He tells my tale; he tells my tale; and pretends to
my Act. It was I that did this for the Bride: I am the true
Love, and both this figure, and those arms, are usurp'd
by most unlawful power: Can you not perceive it? Do
I not look liker a Cupid than he? am I not more a child?
Ladies, have none of you a picture of me in your bosom?
is the resemblance of Love banish'd your breasts? Sure,
they are these garments that estrange me to you! If I were
naked, you would know me better: No relique of Love
left, in an old bosome here? what should I do?
   1. My little shadow is turn'd furious.
   2. What can I turn other, than a Fury it self, to see thy
impudence? If I be a shadow, what is substance? was it
not I that yester night waited on the Bride, into the nupti-
al chamber, and against the Bridegroom came, made her
the throne of Love? Had I not lighted my Torches in her
eyes? planted my mothers roses in her cheeks? were
not her eye brows bent to the fashion of my bow? and
her looks ready to be loos'd thence, like my shafts? Had
I not rip'ned kisses on her lips, fit for a Mercury to gather?
and made her language sweeter than his, upon her tongue?
was not the girdle about her, he was to untye, my mo-
thers? wherein all the joys and delights of Love were
   1. And did not I bring on the blushing Bridegroom, to
taste those joys? and made him think all stay a torment?
did I not shoot my self, into him, like a flame? and made
his desires and his graces equal? were not his looks of

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power, to have kept the night alive in contention with
day, and made the morning never wish'd for? was there
a curle in his hair, that I did not sport in? or a ring of it
crisp'd, that might not have become Juno's fingers? His
very undressing was it not loves arming? did not all his
kisses charge? and every touch attempt? but his words,
were they not feathered from my wings? and flue in sing-
ing at her ears, like arrows tipt with gold?
   2. Hers, hers did so into his: and all his vertue was
borrowed from my powers in her; as thy form is from
me. But, that this royal and honour'd assembly be no
longer troubled with our contention: behold, I challenge
thee of falshood; and will bring upon the first day of the
new year, into the lists, before this Palace, ten Knights
arm'd, who shall undertake against all assertion, that I
am the child of Mars and Venus: and, in the honor of that
Lady (whom it is my ambition to serve) that, that love
is the most true and perfect, that still waiteth on the wo-
man, and is the servant of that sex.
   1. But, what gage gives my confident counterfeit of
   2. My Bow and Quiver, or what else I can make.
   1. I take only them; and in exchange give mine, to
answer, and punish this thy rashness, at thy time assigned,
by a just number of Knights, who, by their vertue, shall
maintain me, to be the right Cupid; and the true issue of
valour and beauty: and that no love can come near ei-
ther truth or perfection, but what is manly, and derives
his proper dignity from thence.
   2. It is agreed.
   1. In the mean time, Ladies, suspend your censures,
which is the right: and to entertain your thoughts, till the
day, may the Court hourly present you, with delicate and
fresh objects, to beget on you, pretty and pleasing fan-
cies: may you feed on pure meats, easie of concoction,
and drink that will quickly turn into blood, to make your
dreams the clearer, and your imaginations the finer.
So they departed.                

On New-years day, he that before is numbred the second Cupid,
   came now the first, with his ten Knights, attir'd in the Brides
   colours, and lighting from his Chariot, spake.

O W Ladies, to glad your aspects once again, with
 the sight of Love, and make a Spring smile i' your
faces, which must have look'd like Winter without me;
behold me, not like a servant now, but a Champion, and
in my true figure, as I use to reign and revel in your faces,
tickling your soft ears with my feathers, and laying little
straws about your hearts, to kindle bone-fires, shall flame
out at your eyes; playing in your bloods, like fishes in a
stream, or diving like the boyes i' the Bath, and then rising
on end, like a Monarch, and treading humour like water,
bending those stiff pickardils of yours, under this yoke
my bow, or, if they would not bend, whipping your re-
bellious vardingales, with my bowstring, and made 'hem
run up into your wastes (they have lain so flat) for fear
of my indignation: What! is Cupid of no name with you?
have I lost all reputation (or what is less, opinion) by

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once putting off my deity? Because I was a Page at this
solemnity, and would modestly serve one, for the honour
of you all: am I therefore dishonour'd by all? and lost in
my value so, that every Juggler, that can purchase him a
pair of wings, and a quiver, is committed with me in ba-
lance? and contends with me for sovereignty? Well, I
will chastise you, Ladies, believe it, you shall feel my
displeasure for this; and I will be mighty in it: Think not
to have those accesses to me you were wont; you shall
wait four of those Galleries off, and six Chambers for me;
ten doors lock'd between you and me hereafter, and I will
allow none of you a key: when I come abroad, you shall
petition me, and I will not hear you; kneel, I will not re-
gard you; I will pass by like a man of business, and not
see you, and I will have no Master of Requests for you.
There shall not the greatest pretender, to a state-face, li-
ving, put on a more supercilious look than I will do upon
you. Trust me: Ha! what's this?

The other Cupid enters with his company.

 Are you here, Sir? you have got the start of me now,
 by being Challenger, and so the precedency, you
think? I see you are resolv'd to try your title by Arms
then? you will stand to be the right Cupid still? how now!
what ails you? that you answer not? Are you turn'd a
Statue upon my appearance? or did you hope I would
not appear, and that hope has deceiv'd you?
   1. Art thou still so impudent, to belye my figure? that
in what shape soever, I present my self, thou wilt seem to
be the same? Not so much as my Chariot, but resembled
by thee? and both the Doves and Swans, I have borrow-
ed of my Mother, to draw it? the very number of my
Champions emulated? and almost their habits? what in-
solence is this?
   2. Good little one, quarrel not, you have now put your
self upon others valour, not your own, and you must
know you can bring no person hither to strengthen your
side, but we can produce an equal. Be it Perswasion, you
have got there, the peculiar Enchantress of your Sex; be-
hold, we have Mercury here to charm against her, who
gives all lovers their true and masculine eloquence; or are
they the Graces, you presume on (your known Clients)
Spring, Beauty, and Cheerfulness? Here are Youth, Audaci-
and Favour, to encounter them, three more manly
perfections, and much more powerful in working for love:
Child, you are all the ways of winning too weak, there
is no thinking, either with your honor or discretion kept
safe, to continue on a strife, wherein, you are already
vanquished; yield, be penitent, early, and confess it.
   1. I will break my Bow and Quiver into dust first (re-
store me mine own Arms) or be torn in pieces with Har-
marry one of the Furies, turn into Chaos again, and
dissolve the harmony of Nature.
   2. O, most stiffly spoken! and fit for the sex you stand
for! well, give the sign then: let the Trumpets sound, and
upon the valour and fortune of your Champions put the
right of your cause.
   1. 'Tis done.

The   T I L T I N G.

After  the  second  C U P I D.

O W Sir, you have got mightily by this Conten-
 on,'Contention' and advanc'd your Cause, to a most high
 degree of estimation with these Spectators? Ha'
you not?

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   1. Why, what have you done, or won?
   2. It is enough for me (who was call'd out of this
tryal) that I have not lost, or that my side is not van-

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Enters Hymen to them.

H Y M E N.

Ome, you must yield both: this is neither contention
 for you, nor time fit to contend: there is another kind
of Tilting would become Love better than this; to meet
lips for lances; and crack kisses instead of staves: which,
there is no beauty here, I presume, so young, but can
fancy, nor so tender, but would venter: Here is the palm,
for which you must strive: which of you wins this bough,
is the right and best Cupid; and whilst you are striving, let
Hymen, the President of these solemnities, tell you some-
thing of your own story, and what yet you know not of
your selves: you are both true Cupids, and both the sons
of Venus and Mars, but this the first born, and was called
Eros: who upon his birth prov'd a child of excellent beau-
ty, and right worthy his Mother; but after his growth
not answering his form, not only Venus, but the Graces,
who nurs'd him, became extremely solicitous for him:
and were impell'd out of their grief and care, to consult
the Oracle about him: Themis (for Apollo was not yet of
years) gave answer there wanted nothing to this perfe-
ction, but that they had not enough consider'd, or look'd
into the nature of the Infant, which indeed was desirous
of a Companion only; for though Love, and the true,

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might be born of Venus single and alone, yet he could not
thrive and encrease alone. Therefore if she affected his
growth, Venus must bring forth a Brother to him, and
name him Anteros: that with reciprocal affection, might
pay the exchange of Love. This made, that thou wert
born her second birth. Since when, your natures are, that
either of you, looking upon other, thrive, and by your
mutual respects and interchange of ardor, flourish and
prosper; whereas if the one be deficient or wanting to
the other, it fares worse with both. This is the Love, that
Hymen requires, without which no Marriage is happy:
when the contention is not, who is the true Love, but
(being both true) who loves most; cleaving the Bough
between you, and dividing the Palm; This is a strife,
wherein you both win, and begets a concord worthy all
married minds emulation, when the Lover transforms
himself into the person of his beloved, as you two do
now; By whose example, let your Knights (all honora-
ble friends and servants of Love) affect the like peace,
and depart the lists equal in their friendships for ever, as
to day they have been in their fortunes. And may this
Royal Court never know more difference in humours; or
these well-grac'd Nuptials more discord in affections, than
what they presently feel, and may ever avoid.

1.     2.

To this Love says Amen.


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