Time, which sees all things, has found you out. — Sophocles, Oedipus Rex
Time, which sees all things, has found you out. — Sophocles, Oedipus Rex
Time, which sees all things, has found you out. — Sophocles, Oedipus Rex
Time, which sees all things, has found you out. — Sophocles, Oedipus Rex
Time, which sees all things, has found you out. — Sophocles, Oedipus Rex
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Time, which sees all things, has found you out.

— Sophocles, Oedipus Rex
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