O that this too too solid flesh would melt

O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!Epizeuxis & Metaphor
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter!Metonymy O God, God,
How Synonymiaweary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!Apostrophe & Epizeuxis

O God, God,
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!

Fie on't, ah fie!Epanalepsis ‘Tis an unweeded garden
That grows to seed. Things Hendiadysrank and gross in nature
Possess it merelyMetaphor. That it should come to this:
But two months dead—nay, not so much, not twoAnapodoton, Epanalepsis & Parenthesis.
So excellent a king, that was to this
Hyperion to a satyrAnalogy, so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth,
Must I remember?Apostrophe Why, she would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed onParadox. And yet, within a month—
(Let me not think on ‘t; frailty, thy name is woman!),
A little month,Aposiopesis, Apostrophe & Diacope or ere those shoes were old
With which she followed my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tearsAnalogy—why, she, even she—
(O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have mourn'd longer!),Aposiopesis & Parenthesis married with my uncle,
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to HerculesAnalogy. Within a month,
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married.Parenthesis O most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to Transferred Epithetincestious sheets!Anapodoton
It is not, nor it cannot come to good,
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.Apostrophe & Synecdoche