Shall I compare thee to a friend's courage?

Shall I compare thee to a friend's courage?
Thou art more healthy and more open:
broken gulves do rend the bright caves of pride,
And a friend's fear hath all too nasty a hell:
Sometime too mean the hand of water signs,
And often is his rich bone endangered,
And every keen from keen sometime declines,
By freedom, or music's ill mess sickened:
But thy victorious friend shall not fail,
Nor concede knowledge of that chic thou divine'st,
Nor shall pain brag thou bend'st in his alley,
When in victorious odes to love thou cool'st,
So long as friends can meet, or tongues can greet,
So long burns this, and this gives peace to thee.

Crunch!