O Philip Melancthon,  a hundred times thou hast said to me,  when weary with toil and vexation thou did lean thy head upon my bosom, “would to God, would to God, that I might die in thy bosom!” As for me, a hundred times I have wished that it had been granted us to be together. Certainly thou wouldst have been better to face struggles, more courageous to despise envy and calumny. Then also would have been suppressed the malignity of many whose audacity increased in proportion to what they called thy weakness.

---Calvin bewailing the death of his dear friend, Philip Melancthon