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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me,
Why does he not come himself, and take the trouble to woo me?
If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!
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Pt. III, The Lover's Errand

 
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