Naught’s had, all’s spent
Naught's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content.Isocolon & Dichotomy
Where our desire is got without content.Isocolon & Dichotomy
Things without all remedy
Should be without regard. What's done is done.
‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.Antimetabole, Polyptoton & Alliteration
Enter Macbeth.
How now, my lord, why do you keep alone,
PersonificationOf sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on?Hyperbaton Things without all remedy
Should be without regard. DiacopeWhat's done is done.Diacope