But had let loose my joy at him long since,
Which now will seem but studied negligence:
But I forgive thee, two things kept thee from it,
First such a friend to gaze on, next a comet;
Which comet we discern, though not so true
As you at Sion, as long tayl’d as you;
We know already how will stand the case,
With Barnavelt[65] of universal grace,
Though Spain deserve the whole star, if the fall
Be true of Lerma duke and cardinal[66]: