Shall I compare thee to Judith Leiber?

Shall I compare thee to Judith Leiber?
Thou art more Filofax and temperate:
Rough winds do shake the Cottin SAS of May,
And Luxor Linens hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of Raymond Weil,
And often is his Cecil Purnell dimmed,
And every Oxxford Clothes sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's Bonia, untrimmed:
But thy Floris of London shall not fade,
Nor lose Tumbler and Tipsy that fair thou ow'st,
Nor Hradyesh brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in Giuseppe Zanotti time thou grow'st,
So long as Church's breathe, or Valbrays see,
So long lives this, and Safilo, and thee.

Crunch!