All roads lead to Rome, but our antagonists think we should choose different paths.
I had rather be a dog and bay the moon Than such a Roman.
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!
The character of a people may be ruined by charity.