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 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.] 
 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.] 
 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.] 
 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. 
 [Rome] Widow of a King-people, but still queen of the world.
 [Fr., Veuve d'un peuple-roi, mais reine encore du read more 
 [Rome] Widow of a King-people, but still queen of the world.
 [Fr., Veuve d'un peuple-roi, mais reine encore du monde.] 
You cheer my heart, who build as if Rome would be eternal.
You cheer my heart, who build as if Rome would be eternal.
 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! 
 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.