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Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile

Duke Senior
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of Alliterationpainted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?Pysma

Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference, as the icy fang
Alliteration & PersonificationAnd churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
Which when it bites and blows upon my body
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,Anastrophe

—This is no flattery: these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.Personification

Sweet are the uses of adversity,Hyperbaton
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;Simile & Apposition

And this our life, exempt from public haunt,Apposition
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.Alliteration & Isocolon

I would not change it. Happy is your Grace,Hyperbaton
That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
Into so quiet and so sweet a style.Alliteration

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