To Edward Alleyn

If Rome so great, and in her wisest age, Feared not to boast the glories of her stage, As skillful Roscious, 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.

The poem discusses a historical entity's talent as an orator on stage but the title clearly implies that the views are Jonson's (not the entity's). This, of course, disqualifies it as dramatic work. Here's a Jonson epigram about a glutton:

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