Apparently feelings about reviewers haven’t changed in almost 400 years:
Menac’d by critic with sour furrowed brow,
Momus or Zolius or Scotch Reviewer:
Ruffle your heckle, grin and growl and vow:
Ill-natured foes you thus will find the fewer.
When foul-mouth’d senseless railers cry thee down,
Reply not: fly, and show the rogues thy stern:
They are not worthy even of a frown:
Good taste and breeding they can never learn;
Or let them clamour, turn a callous ear,
As though in dread of some harsh donkey’s bray.
From the magnificent The Anatomy of Melancholy.
The Finch and Pea 