As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls, to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, The breath goes now, and some say, no: 280 So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move; 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity of our love.

-Donne,John
c.1595^1605  'A  Valediction: Forbidding Mourning', collected in Songs and Sonnets (1633).