If you are at Rome live in the Roman style; if you are elsewhere
live as they live elsewhere.
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If you are at Rome live in the Roman style; if you are elsewhere
live as they live elsewhere.
[Lat., Si fueris Romae, Romano vivito more;
Si fueris alibi, vivito sicut ibi.]

Now conquering Rome doth conquered Rome inter,
And she the vanquished is, and vanquisher.
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Now conquering Rome doth conquered Rome inter,
And she the vanquished is, and vanquisher.
To show us where she stood there rests alone
Tiber; and that too hastens to be gone.
Learn, hence what fortune can. Towns glide away;
And rivers, which are still in motion, stay.

I had rather be a dog and bay the moon
Than such a Roman.

I had rather be a dog and bay the moon
Than such a Roman.

When you are at Rome, do as you see.
[Sp., Cuando a Roma fueres, haz como vieres.]

When you are at Rome, do as you see.
[Sp., Cuando a Roma fueres, haz como vieres.]

See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
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See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, broken temples spread!
The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!

Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.
[Lat., Omitte mirari beatae
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Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.
[Lat., Omitte mirari beatae
Fumum et opes strepitumque Romae.]

What Roman power slowly built, an unarmed traitor instantly
overthrew.
[Lat., Quod tantis Romana manus contexuit annis
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What Roman power slowly built, an unarmed traitor instantly
overthrew.
[Lat., Quod tantis Romana manus contexuit annis
Proditur unus iners angusto tempore vertit.]

To Rome for everything.
[Sp., Y a Roma pro todo.]

To Rome for everything.
[Sp., Y a Roma pro todo.]

I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray
Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry,
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I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray
Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry,
Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me?
And from within a thrilling voice replies,
Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts
Rush on my mind, a thousand images;
And I spring up as girt to run a race!