Silvaque quae fixam pelago Nesida coronat. - Publius Papinius Statius

Umida siccat
mollibus ora comis.

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.

Auro mansueverat ungues.