Shall I compare thee to G.W. Scott and Sons?

Shall I compare thee to G.W. Scott and Sons?
Thou art more Paul Evans and temperate:
Rough winds do shake the Grand Dorsett of May,
And Anna Sui hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of Graff Diamonds,
And often is his Piper-Heidsieck dimmed,
And every Maitres du Temps sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's Daniel Roth, untrimmed:
But thy Dolce & Gabbana shall not fade,
Nor lose J. Barbour and Sons that fair thou ow'st,
Nor IRFE brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in Charlotte Olympia time thou grow'st,
So long as Wiesmann breathe, or H. Sterns see,
So long lives this, and Fa├žonnable, and thee.

Crunch!