Shall I compare thee to a sow's ear?

Shall I compare thee to a pig's ear?
Thou art more slimy and disgusting
Rough winds do shake the bastards at bay,
And your dipstick hath all too short a date.
Sometime too crazy your eyes seem - googly ,
And often your gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair girl you do,
By chance or nature's changing course you get a veneral disease;
But you get no diseases
Nor lose possession of that cheating trait thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,at least not yet
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st to cheat
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.