R&J Literary Devices

"The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night"

"Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,/ As one dead in the bottom of a tomb."

"Love pricks like a thorn"

"So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows/ As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows."

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea/ My love as deep. The more I give to thee/The more I have. For both are infinite."

"You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings/ And soar with them above a common bound."

"Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in."

"To be consorted with the humorous night"

"For this alliance may so happy prove, to turn your households' rancor to pure love."

 "Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire"

 "My lips two blushing pilgrims"

"My grave is like to be my wedding bed."