Shall I compare thee to Icon Jewels?

Shall I compare thee to Icon Jewels?
Thou art more Givenchy and temperate:
Rough winds do shake the Bulova of May,
And La Martina hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of Raymond Weil,
And often is his Caraceni dimmed,
And every Charles Heidsieck sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's Charriol, untrimmed:
But thy Audemars Piguet shall not fade,
Nor lose Anna Valentine that fair thou ow'st,
Nor Hradyesh brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in Universal Genève time thou grow'st,
So long as Heming breathe, or Hemings see,
So long lives this, and Visconti, and thee.

Crunch!