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When I am at Rome I fast as the Romans do; when I am at Milan I
do not read more
When I am at Rome I fast as the Romans do; when I am at Milan I
do not fast. So likewise you, whatever church you come to,
observe the custom of the place, if you would neither give
offence to others, nor take offence from them.
When I am at Rome, I fast on a Saturday: when I am at Milan I do
not. Do read more
When I am at Rome, I fast on a Saturday: when I am at Milan I do
not. Do the same. Follow the custom of the church where you
are.
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, read more
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!
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.
All roads lead to Rome, but our antagonists think we should
choose different paths.
[Fr., Tous chemins vont read more
All roads lead to Rome, but our antagonists think we should
choose different paths.
[Fr., Tous chemins vont a Rome; ainsi nos concurrents
Crurent pouvoir choisir des sentiers differents.]
To Rome for everything.
[Sp., Y a Roma pro todo.]
To Rome for everything.
[Sp., Y a Roma pro todo.]
Now conquering Rome doth conquered Rome inter,
And she the vanquished is, and vanquisher.
To show us read more
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.
Would that the Roman people had but one neck!
[Lat., Utinam populus Romanus unam cervicem haberet!]
Would that the Roman people had but one neck!
[Lat., Utinam populus Romanus unam cervicem haberet!]
Rome, Rome, thou art no more
As thou hast been!
On thy seven hills of yore
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Rome, Rome, thou art no more
As thou hast been!
On thy seven hills of yore
Thou sat'st a queen.