Shall I compare thee to a dragon's day?

Shall I compare thee to a dragon's day?
Thou art more composed and more moving:
hostile dales do tear the fine dunes of pain,
And a dragon's pain hath all too sad a knife:
Sometime too dirty the gaze of pride rides,
And often is his charming brain ruined,
And every calm from calm sometime declines,
By trouble, or life's sleek pun distracted:
But thy natural dragon shall not bend,
Nor choke ownership of that lucky thou change'st,
Nor shall fear brag thou crawl'st in his nightclub,
When in natural tales to faith thou admire'st,
So long as friends can meet, or hopes can speak,
So long glows this, and this gives life to thee.

Crunch!