Romeo and Juliet: Lit Devices

She’ll not be hit with Cupid’s arrow. She hath Dian’s wit,

This precious book of love, this unbound lover, to beautify him only lacks a cover.

I am too sore enpiercèd with [Cupid's arrow] to soar with his light feathers,

At my poor house look to behold this night earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;

My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words of thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.

The Earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb;what is her burying grave, that is her womb;

this contract....is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,too like the lightning

Heaven is here where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog and little mouse,...live in heaven

Yet, if thou swear’st,thou mayst prove false.  At lovers’ perjuries,they say, Jove laughs. 

an hour before the worshiped sun peered forth the golden window of the east,

Take thou some new infection to thy eye, the rank poison of the old will die.

O brawling love, O loving hate,