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.
France, mother of arts, of warfare, and of laws (Les Regrets)
Happy he who like Ulysses has made a great journey.
In my opinion butlers ought To know their place, and not to play The Old Retainer night and day.