You common cry of curs

You common cry of curs, Anaphorawhose breath I hate
SimileAs reek a' th' rotten fens, whose loves I prize
SimileAs the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my airAlliteration & Metaphor—I banish you!

For you, the city, thus I turn my back;
There is a world elsewhere

And here remainHyperbaton with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumor shake your hearts!Synecdoche
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair!Metaphor Have the power stillHyperbaton
To banish your defenders, till at length
Your ignorance (which finds not till it feels,
Making but reservation of yourselves,
Still your own foes) deliver you as most
Abated captives to some nation
That won you without blows! Despising,
For you, the city,Hyperbaton thus I turn my back;
There is a world elsewhere.