Mislike me not for my complexion
Mislike me not for my complexion,Alliteration and Hyperbaton
The shadowed livery of the burnished sun,Metaphor
To whom I am a neighbor and near bred.Alliteration
Bring me the fairest creature northward born,Hyperbaton
Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles,Metaphor
And let us make incision for your love
To prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine.
I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine
Hath feared the valiant; by my love I swear
The best regarded virgins of our clime
Have loved it too. I would not change this hue
Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen.