"I shall, perhaps, deserve censure for concealing a name which belongs to so much excellence, but I fear to offend the delicacy of your nature; true merit is ever modest, and your mind, like the sensitive plant at the touch, would shrink from the voice of public celebrity."
The Mirror; a Panegyrical, Satirical, and Thespian Epistle in Rhyme
Anonymous, <u>The Mirror; a Panegyrical, Satirical, and Thespian Epistle in Rhyme, from the Theatre in Crow-Street, to the Theatre in Smock-Alley</u>. (Dublin: Printed by B. Dornin, 1790). 