What prodigal portion have I spent that I should come to such penury?
Illusion
Get you with him, you old dog.
Metaphor
You have trained me like a peasant.
Simile
Which he will put on as us as pigeons feed their young.
Simile
Nay, I care not for their names. They owe me nothing.
Personification
I’ll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
Illusion
As I do live by food, I met a fool.
Simile
But that they call “compliment” is like th’ encounter of two dog- apes.
Simile
I can suck the melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs.
Simile
For thou thyself hast been a libertine, As sensual as the brutish sting itself;
Simile