I Would Rather Be Beaten,

Fame Is Like A Shaved Pig With A Greased Tail, And It Is Only After It Has Slipped Through The Hands Of Some Thousands, That Some Fellow, By Mere Chance, Holds On To It!

The Enemy Fought With Savage Fury, And Met Death With All Its Horrors, Without Shrinking Or Complaining: Not One Asked To Be Spared, But Fought As Long As They Could Stand Or Sit.

You Can All Go To Hell. I’m Going To Texas.

I'm That Same David Crockett, Fresh From The Backwoods, Half-horse, Half-alligator, A Little Touched With The Snapping Turtle; Can Wade The Mississippi, Leap The Ohio, Ride Upon A Streak Of Lightning, And Slip Without A Scratch Down A Honey Locust [tree].

I Would Rather Be Beaten And Be A Man Than To Be Elected And Be A Little Puppy Dog. I Have Always Supported Measures And Principles And Not Men. I Have Acted Fearless[ly] And Independent And I Never Will Regret My Course. I Would Rather Be Politically Buried Than To Be Hypocritically Immortalized.