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If you are at Rome live in the Roman style; if you are elsewhere live as they live elsewhere.

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 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.

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.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.

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

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

O Rome! my country! city of the soul!

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

When you are at Rome, do as you see.

To Rome for everything.

What Roman power slowly built, an unarmed traitor instantly overthrew.

Widow of a King-people, but still queen of the world.

Rome, Rome, thou art no more As thou hast been! On thy seven hills of yore Thou sat'st a queen.

Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.

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.

All roads lead to Rome, but our antagonists think we should choose different paths.

Rome was not built in a day.

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, 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!