Event Comment: Thomas Brown to 
George Moult, 12 Sept. 1699: But tho' 
Bartholomew-Fair is dead and buried for a twelvemonth, yet it is some consolation to us, that it revives in both the play-houses.  Poetry is so little regarded there, and the audience is so taken up with show and sight, that an author will not much trouble himself about his thoughts and language, so he is but in fee with the dancing-
masters, and has a few luscious songs to lard his dry composition.  One would almost swear, that 
Smithfield had removed into 
Drury-lane and 
Lincolns-Inn-Fields, since they set so small a value on good sense, and so great a one on trifles that have no relation to the play.  By the by, I am to tell you, that some of their late bills are so very monstrous, that neither we, nor our forefathers, ever knew anything like them: They are as long as the title-pages to some of 
Mr Prynn's works; nay, you may much sooner dispatch the 
Gazette, even when it is most crowded with advertisements.  And as their bills are so prodigious, so are the entertainments they present us with: For, not to mention the 
Bohemian women, that first taught us how to dance and swim together; not the famous 
Mr Clinch of 
Barnet, with his kit and organ; nor the worthy gentlemen that condescended to dance a 
Cheshirerounds, at the instance of several persons of quality; nor t'other gentleman that sung like a turky-cock; nor, lastly, that prodigy of a man that mimick'd the harmony of the 
Essex lions; not to mention these and a hundred other notable curiosities, we have been so unmercifully over-run with an inundation of Monsieurs from 
Paris, that one would be almost tempted to wish that the war had still continued, if it were for no other reason but because it would have prevented the coming over of these light-heel'd gentlemen, who have been a greater plague to our theatres, than their privateers were to our merchantmen.  Shortly, I suppose, we shall be entertain'd here with all sorts of sights and shows, as, jumping thro' a hoop; (for why should not that be as proper as 
Mr Sympson's vaulting upon the wooden-horses?) dancing upon the high ropes, leaping over eight men's heads, wrestling, boxing, cudgelling, fighting at back-sword, quarter-staff, bear-baiting, and all the other noble exercises that divert the good folk at 
Hockley; for when once such an infection as this has gain'd ground upon us, who can tell where it will stop?  What a wretched pass is this wicked age come to, when 
Ben. Johnson and 
Shakespear won't relish without these bagatelles to recommend them, and nothing but farce and grimace will go down?  For my part, I wonder they have not incorporated 
parson Burgess into their society; for after the auditors are stupify'd with a dull scene or so, he would make a shift to relieve them.  In short, 
Mr Collier may save himself the trouble of writing against the theatre; for, if these lewd practices are not laid aside, and sense and wit don't come into play again, a man may easily foretell, without pretending to the gift of prophecy, that the stage will be shortliv'd, and the strong 
Kentish man will take possession of the two  play-houses, as he has already done of that in 
Dorset-Garden (
The Works of Thomas Brown, 4th ed. [
London, 1715], I, 216-18)