eyes in heaven bless her. You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings, And soar with them above a common bound. ROMEO. I would it were not night. See how she leans her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes To twinkle in their different greeting. I will bear the burden soon at night. Go. I’ll to my ghostly confessor. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Stay then, I’ll go alone. Fear comes upon me.