There was an old hen And she had a wooden leg, And every damned morning She laid another egg; She was the best damned chicken On the whole damned farm - And another little drink Wouldn't do us any harm.
The habit of using ardent spirits by men in office has occasioned more injury to the public, and more trouble to me, than all other causes. Were I to commence my administration again, the first question I would ask respecting a candidate for office would be, Does he use ardent spirits?
All excess is ill, but drunkeness is of the worst sort. It spoils health, dismounts the mind, and unmans men. It reveals secrets, is quarrelsome, lascivious, impudent, dangerous and bad.