Early Modern Literary Devices Romeo and Juliet

Sampson: Quarrel! I will back thee. / Gregory: How? Turn thy back and run?

With nimble soles; I have a soul of lead

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

Good Peter, to hide her face, for her fan's the fairer face.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear

The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.

Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face...

So smile the heavens upon this holy act

O brawling love, O loving hate,