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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 falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls--the World.
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls--the World.
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.
When I am at Rome I fast as the Romans do; when I am at Milan I
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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.
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.]
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!]
Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.
[Lat., Omitte mirari beatae
Fumum et read more
Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.
[Lat., Omitte mirari beatae
Fumum et opes strepitumque Romae.]
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!
In tears I tossed my coin from Trevi's edge.
A coin unsordid as a bond of love--
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In tears I tossed my coin from Trevi's edge.
A coin unsordid as a bond of love--
And, with the instinct of the homing dove,
I gave to Rome my rendezvous and pledge.
And when imperious Death
Has quenched my flame of breath,
Oh, let me join the faithful shades that throng that fount above.