Though I am loth to give way and combat my feelings, tears flow down my cheeks, and in spite of the teachings of virtue and the hope of the resurrection a passion of regret crushes my too yielding mind. O death that divides brothers knit together in love, how cruel, how ruthless you are so to sunder them! "The Lord has fetched a burning wind that comes up from the wilderness: which has dried your veins and has made your well spring desolate." You swallowed up our Jonah, but even in your belly He still lived. You carried Him as one dead, that the world's storm might be stilled and our Nineveh saved by His preaching. He, yes He, conquered you, He slew you, that fugitive prophet who left His home, gave up His inheritance and surrendered his dear life into the hands of those who sought it.
St. Jerome, Letter to Heliodorus LX.ii
St. Jerome, Letter to Heliodorus LX.ii