Shall I compare thee to S. T. Dupont?

Shall I compare thee to S. T. Dupont?
Thou art more Richard Mille and temperate:
Rough winds do shake the Bulova of May,
And TechnoMarine hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of Graff Diamonds,
And often is his Penhaligon's dimmed,
And every Wunderkind sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's Papinee, untrimmed:
But thy John Lobb Bootmaker shall not fade,
Nor lose Grotrian-Steinweg that fair thou ow'st,
Nor Glass LPS brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in Arcadia Watches time thou grow'st,
So long as Swarovski breathe, or Trandss see,
So long lives this, and Franck Muller, and thee.

Crunch!