If Rome so great, and in her wisest age, Feared not to boast the glories of her stage, As skilful Roscius, and grave Aesop, men, Yet crowned with honours, as with riches, then; Who had no less a trumpet of their name, Than Cicero, whose every breath was fame: How can so great example die in me, That, Alleyn, I should pause to publish thee? Who both their graces in thyself hast more Outstripped, than they did all that went before: And present worth in all dost so contract, As others speak, but only thou dost act. Wear this renown. 'Tis just, that who did give So many poets life, by one should live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRANES OF IBYCUS by EMMA LAZARUS SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR NOW CLOSE THE WINDOWS by ROBERT FROST TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES BOSTON COMMON: 1869 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES |