Shall I compare thee to a raging fire?    (A)
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.  (B)
Within thy heart, a fury doth aspire,     (A)
Yet soft thy visage, sweet and delicate.  (B)

Sometimes too hot the eye of anger glows, (C)
And oft thy temper's gold complexion dimm'd; (D)
But when thou smilest, all the garden grows, (C)
And every creature's rage is gently trimm'd. (D)

But thy eternal cuteness shall not fade,  (E)
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; (F)
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, (E)
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st. (F)

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, (G)
So long lives WoWoLe, and this gives life to thee. (G)