Most plays are like pills; if you swallow them whole they are sweet; but, if they are chewed, like a pill, you will, like the critic, find them bitter. Anonymous
Like hungry guests, a sitting audience looks: Plays are like suppers; poets are the cooks. The founders you: the table is this place: The carvers we: the prologue is the grace. Each act a course; each scene, a different dish, Though were in Lent, I doubt youre still for flesh. Satires the sauce, high-seasoned, sharp, and rough. Kind masks and beaux, I hope youre pepper-proof? Wit is the wine; but tis so scarce the true Poets, like vintners, balderdash and brew. Your surly scenes, where rant and bloodshed join, Are butchers meat, a battles a sirlorn. Your scenes of love, so flowing, soft and chaste, Are water-gruel without salt or taste. George Farquhar
Plays are exactly like Portraits Drawn in the Garb and Fashion of the time when Painted. You see one Habit in the time of King Charles I.; another quite different from that, both for Men and Woman, in Queen Elizabeths time; another under Henry the Eighth different from both; and so backward all various. James Wright (Historia Histrionica)