Romeo and Juliet Figurative Language

Romeo and Juliet figurative language

A. hyperboleB. simileC. metaphorD. personification

1. An hour before the worshipp'd sun
   Peered forth the golden window of the east.
   Romeo and Juliet, 1. 1
2. As is the bud bit with an envious worm
   Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
   Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
   Romeo and Juliet, 1. 1
3. One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun
   Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. 1.2
4. O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright 1.5
5. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear 1.5
6. It is the east, and Juliet is the sun 2.2
7. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
   O that I were a glove upon that hand,
   that I might touch that cheek! 2.2
8. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
   That monthly changes in her circled orb,
   Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. 2. 2
9. These violent delights have violent ends
   And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
   Which as they kiss consume. 2.3
10. A plague o' both your houses! 3.1
11. Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here
    Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog
    And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
    Live here in heaven and may look on her,
    But Romeo may not. 3.3
12. Come, civil night,
    Thou sober-suited matron, all in black. 3. 2
13. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. 3. 3
14. Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,
    As one dead in the bottom of a tomb. 3.5
15. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
    That sees into the bottom of my grief? 3.5
16. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
    Most lamentable day. Most woeful day
    That ever, ever I did yet behold!
    O day, O day, O day! O hateful day!
    Never was seen so black a day as this.
    O woeful day! O woeful day! 4.5
17. Death lies on her like an untimely frost
    Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. 4. 5
18. Then I defy you, stars! 5.1
19. O my love, my wife!
    Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath
    Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. 5.3
20. Her beauty makes
    This vault a feasting presence full of light. 5. 3
21. For never was a story of more woe
    Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. 5.3