O Rome! my country! city of the soul!

O Rome! my country! city of the soul!

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.

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.

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.]

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.]

[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.]

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.

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!

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!