If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager…

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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The Courtship of Miles Standish , Pt. III, The Lover’s Errand

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In the purple mists of evening,
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