We’ve statues and relics to hallow us there,
Which, save in museums, you’ll not find elsewhere,
Rome, Rome, sweet, sweet Rome!
For all us Tractarians there’s no place like Rome
Punch. 1850.
The Policeman’s Home.
Up courts and round palaces long may they roam,
But ancient policemen have no sort of home
To offer them shelter, and comfort, and care,