Sorrow that is true, is for the most part silent. [ 1102]
ST. Bernard bewailing Gerhardus the Monk,* 1.1 and his dearest brother, saith; At his death my heart failed me, sed feci vim animo, with much ado I dissembled my griefe, lest affection should seem to overcome religion; and whilst others wept abundantly,* 1.2 Secutus ego siccis oculis invisum funus, my self followed with dry eyes the happy Hearse; by-standers with watry cheeks admiring, whilst they did not pitty him, but me that lost him. Indeed, whereas tears and words fail, the blood leaveth the cheeks to comfort the heart, and speech giveth place to amazement. They are small miseries, when he that hath them can presently tell the world of them.* 1.3 Sorrow that is true, is for the most part silent. That observation of St. Peter is good, Flevit sed tacuit, he wept, but was silent, as if his eyes would in some sort tell, what his tongue could in no sort utter.