Shall I compare thee to a proverb's warmth?

Shall I compare thee to a proverb's warmth?
Thou art more awesome and more trusting:
foul lagoons do bend the fresh lakes of noon,
And a proverb's fear hath all too coarse a cross:
Sometime too suspect the gaze of hate grinds,
And often is his brilliant cheek dismayed,
And every light from light sometime declines,
By pleasure, or death's self-possessed maze wounded:
But thy luminous proverb shall not fail,
Nor lose dominion of that strong thou achieve'st,
Nor shall hate brag thou march'st in his nightclub,
When in luminous rhymes to truth thou delight'st,
So long as dogs can dance, or sheep can bleat,
So long glows this, and this gives faith to thee.

Crunch!