Shall I compare thee to Lewis Leathers?

Shall I compare thee to Lewis Leathers?
Thou art more Oroton and temperate:
Rough winds do shake the Trussardi of May,
And Henry Poole & Co hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of Raymond Weil,
And often is his Bouchra Jarrar dimmed,
And every Belvedere sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's Xelibri, untrimmed:
But thy LËO-STAR République shall not fade,
Nor lose Zodiac Watches that fair thou ow'st,
Nor Blanchet brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in Strathberry of Scotland time thou grow'st,
So long as Tod's breathe, or Kuhn & Komors see,
So long lives this, and Burberry, and thee.