If midst Rome you wish to see Rome, pilgrim, br Tho in Rome naught of Rome might you see, br Behold the walls' ring, the theatres, temples br And ruptured pillars, to rubble all turned, br Rome be these! Mark how the corpse of a city br So strong still past fortune's pomp exudes; br Subduing a world, herself the city subdued br Lest yet more to subdue might there be. br Today in broken Rome, Rome unbroken br (A substance in its shadow) lies entombed. br Within all's changed; alone past change br Tiber remains, that to sea runs mixed with sand. br See what Fortune plays: 'tis wasted away, br What was unmoving; what moved, yet remains.