Vive, precor; nec tu divinam Aeneida tempta, sed longe sequere et vestigia semper adora. - Publius Papinius Statius

Oedipus had already probed his impious eyes with guilty hand and sunk deep his shame condemned to everlasting night; he dragged out his life in a long-drawn death. He devotes himself to darkness, and in the lowest recess of his abode he keeps his home on which the rays of heaven never look; and yet the fierce daylight of his soul flits around him with unflagging wings and the Avengers of his crimes are in his heart.

Primus in orbe deos fecit timor.

Namque ferunt raptam patriis Aeginan ab undis.