(Charles Isherwood’s article appeared in The New York Times, 5/1.)
Unless you clad your calumnies in rhyme
In which case all the world will laud your skill
Until of richest praise you’ve had your fill
Perhaps a cautionary note should be inserted in the program for “The School for Lies,” David Ives’s delightful period comedy at the Classic Stage Company. When you emerge from this impish comic playwright’s glittering tribute to Molière, written entirely in verse, your head will be so dizzy with syncopated rhyme that you’ll almost expect to find yourself speaking and thinking in chiming couplets.