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Quotes about Rome


And he wrote in the king Ahasuerus' name, and sealed it with the king's ring, and sent letters by posts on horseback, and riders on mules, camels, and young dromedaries: . . . . So the posts that rode upon mules and camels went out, being hastened and pressed on by the king's commandment. And the decrees was given at Shushan the palace.

Francis Bible

Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.

William Shakespeare

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.]

Saint Ambrose

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.

Saint Ambrose

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.

Saint Ambrose

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.

Joachim du Bellay

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.

Robert Browning

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

Robert Burton

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

Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)

O Rome! my country! city of the soul!

Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)

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

Augustus Caesar

When you are at Rome, do as you see. [Sp., Cuando a Roma fueres, haz como vieres.]

Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra)

To Rome for everything. [Sp., Y a Roma pro todo.]

Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra)

[Rome] Widow of a King-people, but still queen of the world. [Fr., Veuve d'un peuple-roi, mais reine encore du monde.]

Gabriel Gilbert

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

Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans

Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome. [Lat., Omitte mirari beatae Fumum et opes strepitumque Romae.]

Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus)

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.

Robert Underwood Johnson

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.]

Jean de la Fontaine

Rome was not built in a day.

Jean de la Fontaine

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!

Alexander Pope

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!

Samuel Rogers

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.

William Shakespeare

Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.

William Shakespeare

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month I can be myself.

Roseanne Barr

Thou hast fair forms that move With queenly tread; Thou hast proud fanes above Thy mighty dread. Yet wears thy Tiber's shore A mournful mien:-- Rome, Rome, thou art no more As thou hast been.

Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans

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