For I have swift and speedy wings
With which to mount the lofty skies,
And when thy mind has put them on
The earth below it will despise:
It mounts the air sublunary
And far behind the clouds it leaves...
Here the King of kings holds sway...
The Lord of all things shining bright.
If there the pathway brings you back--
The path you lost and seek anew--
Then "I remember" you will say,
"My home, my source, my ending too."
(Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy, translation by V.E. Watts. Written in prison in 524 A.D. while awaiting execution on charges of treason trumped up by Arian conspirators.)