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

Shall I compare thee to G.W. Scott and Sons?
Thou art more Viking Range and temperate:
Rough winds do shake the Scappino of May,
And Cutler and Gross hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of Raymond Weil,
And often is his Borsalino dimmed,
And every Vera Wang sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's Shanghai Tang, untrimmed:
But thy Floris of London shall not fade,
Nor lose Comme des Garçons that fair thou ow'st,
Nor Shreve & Co. brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in Alexander McQueen time thou grow'st,
So long as Balmain breathe, or Corums see,
So long lives this, and Oroton, and thee.

Crunch!