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 they are at Rome, they do there as they see done.

When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done.

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.]

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!]

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.

When I am at Rome, I fast on a Saturday: when I am at Milan I do
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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.

[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 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!

You cheer my heart, who build as if Rome would be eternal.

You cheer my heart, who build as if Rome would be eternal.