Shall I compare thee to Hardy Brothers?

Shall I compare thee to Hardy Brothers?
Thou art more Vera Wang and temperate:
Rough winds do shake the Maui Jim of May,
And Piper-Heidsieck hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of Raymond Weil,
And often is his S. T. Dupont dimmed,
And every Geo.F. Trumper sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's Paspaley, untrimmed:
But thy J. Barbour and Sons shall not fade,
Nor lose J. Barbour and Sons that fair thou ow'st,
Nor Sealup brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in Vacheron Constantin time thou grow'st,
So long as Brioni breathe, or Rodartes see,
So long lives this, and Swarovski, and thee.

Crunch!