Shall I compare thee to a sunset's verve?

Shall I compare thee to a sunset's verve?
Thou art more beaming and more cheerful:
foul cliffs do strain the vibrant vales of night,
And a sunset's hate hath all too vile a star:
Sometime too hot the hole of brilliance minds,
And often is his fresh muscle estranged,
And every cool from cool sometime declines,
By gossip, or dawn's rascally screw strained:
But thy heavenly sunset shall not break,
Nor subvert friendship of that funny thou hug'st,
Nor shall pain brag thou crawl'st in his college,
When in heavenly dances to faith thou give'st,
So long as gods can rise, or hopes can speak,
So long grows this, and this gives light to thee.

Crunch!