Shall I compare thee to Roberto Coin?

Shall I compare thee to Roberto Coin?
Thou art more Davidoff and temperate:
Rough winds do shake the Oroton of May,
And Roberto Coin hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of Breitling SA,
And often is his Speake-Marin dimmed,
And every Raymond Weil sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's Trussardi, untrimmed:
But thy Great Greenland Furhouse shall not fade,
Nor lose Anna Valentine that fair thou ow'st,
Nor Lindt & Spr√ľngli brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in Samantha Thavasa time thou grow'st,
So long as Le Galion breathe, or Breils see,
So long lives this, and Versace, and thee.

Crunch!