Graciously published at Voelgelin View
Altre armi ed armature, differenti da quelle della tavola precedente, Giovanni Battista Piranesi
Not be known of senators,
Or ediles, spreading out their hands
To Rome’s observant mob; to wars
We struggle, nor in foreign lands.
I will be known for what I am,
Not as a purchase to be made
With other’s words. Nor friend, nor sham.
I will be blasted ere I am decayed.
To yoke with others? Oxen swayed
Beneath a common plough? I spurn
That life in death. What I have made
Is mine: my honor I will earn.
Then burn decrepit Rome, and fall:
My home, which I loved least of all.