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So far be distant; and, good night, sweet friend: Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end Some, of violated vows 'Twixt the souls of friend and friend: But upon the fairest boughs, Or at every sentence end,Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but what the law should end,Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend;