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.]

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.

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.

Rome was not built in a day.

Rome was not built in a day.

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, 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.

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.

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

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

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!