No teer out of his eyen for that sighte
Ne cam; but sayde, a fair womman was sche.
Gret wonder is how that he couthe or mighte
Be domesman on hir dede beauté.
(_The Monkes Tale_, vol. iii. p. 217.)
Ne no tere ne wette his face, but he was so hard-herted þat he
myȝte ben domesman or iuge of hire dede beauté.
(_Chaucer’s Boethius_, p. 55.)
Ora non tinxit lacrymis, sed esse
Censor extincti potuit decoris.
(_Boethius_, lib. ii. met. 6.)