NB people: Ben Jonson could pull of versifiying Tacitus: you probably can't:

Or: this poetry is really bad, right? (I was going to post the whole thing, but it goes on forever, so here are the highlights, as it were)
Thrasea
Henry Sewell Stokes

Of Paetus Thrasea no bust remains,
But in the graphic page of Tacitus
He lives and moves, and still before us stands
Amid the Senate—still his earnest voice.
Though few and terse his words, is eloquent;
And now, as on the World's great theatre,
In the most awful drama of all time
We see and hear him his high part sustain ;
Dauntless as Brutus, but unstain'd with blood,
And worthy to be Cato's countryman.

( And yet he seldom comes upon the state.. )

I can't imagine anyone actually reading this all the way through.