The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
Edward YoungThe future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
Edward YoungThe love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
Edward YoungThe future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
Edward Young