Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadowed livery of the burnished sun, To whom I am a neighbor and near bred. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadowed livery of the burnished sun, To whom I am a neighbor and near bred. Bring me the fairest creature northward born, Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles, And let us make… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
