Henry Fielding,
The History of the Adventures of Joseph Andrews and his Friend…
“ The poet, addressing the player, proceeded thus, "As I was saying" (forthey had been at this discourse all the time of the engagementabove-stairs) , "the reason you have no good new plays is evident; it isfrom your discouragement of authors. Gentlemen will not write, sir, theywill not write, without the expectation of fame or profit, or perhapsboth. Plays are like trees, which will not grow without nourishment; butlike mushrooms, they shoot up spontaneously, as it were, in a rich soil. ”
