Quotes by : Richard Hovey

The wealth of nations is men not silk and cotton and gold.

I am fevered with the sunset I am fretful with the bay For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is....

There is no sorrow like a love denied Nor any joy like love that has its will.

For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song....

Who would not rather flounder in the fight than not have known the glory of the fray?