Classic Poem

In Histrionem quendam

Thou that soe oft in jest wast wont to die
Art now tain at thy word, and heer dost lye
Thine Acts had many Scenes, Deaths had but one
His entry was thine Exit, bad be gon:
Thou art a King noe more, no that's layd by
Nor Anie's Parasite in flattery
Thou hast put ofe the Clownes slops, now, nor art
Wrapt with the furies of a Lovers part
But sute'st thy self in one, wherin all must
Thy Fellow-Actors be: to sleep in dust.