More Shakespeare's Sonnets

By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 45: Interlude 1
(Crown of Sonnets 3)

Becoming master-tamer of her charms
Is just a portion of his repertoire;
Despite his handsome features, he alarms
His peers, reputing him a sly bodoir, *
The constant bane to many jealous peers.
His charms (some say) doth take with such success
A woman's heart that, when he chance appears,
Her husband hides her, fearful to excess.
But that's not so; they think but do not know,
Equating handsome looks with soulless drought,
As though his outer beauty wastes its show
On emptiness within, a soul without:
      They think him just a godless prince of nature,
      A body fed without the soul of nurture.

(To be continued...)

A/N: Here's the 3rd installment of the interlude... Oh, and I made up that word based on the Irish language... Anyway, there's more to come... Get it? Come... LOL ( ^_^ " )

* Bodoir = (n.) cocksman in Irish.