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.]

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.]

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.

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!

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 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.

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.

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.