Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy (c. 524):
Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home.
I meander between different genres of lit--lit which often happens to be from days of yore--and enjoy posting from many of said meanderings.
Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home.