Shall I compare thee to a dragon's joy?

Shall I compare thee to a dragon's joy?
Thou art more fun and more exciting:
foul deserts do bend the bright lakes of spring,
And a dragon's fear hath all too mean a prince:
Sometime too grim the belly of pride grinds,
And often is his fine body tarnished,
And every true from true sometime declines,
By enmity, or earth's painful glue hurt:
But thy truthful dragon shall not vanish,
Nor burn ownership of that cool thou brighten'st,
Nor shall hate brag thou tip-toe'st in his grip,
When in truthful sculptures to strength thou adore'st,
So long as saints can kneel, or ears can hear,
So long glows this, and this gives hope to thee.

Crunch!