Sounds more like Davis. Lincoln ran and won two contested elections, Davis didn't. Lincoln was constrained by a Supreme Court, Davis wasn't. Lincoln had a political opposition in Congress, Davis didn't. Davis ignored his constitution and trampled on state's rights and civil rights in ways Lincoln never imagined. If tyrant is to be correctly applied to one or the other, then I suggest Davis more closely fits the term.
Other than the Great - Major Innes Randolph
Abe Lincoln Writes to Joshua Speed by Jack Peachum Dear Joshua: You know that I love you,
That I have always loved youonly you
The woman means nothing to menothing!
Henceforth, dont write angry letters to me!
Mary always was and always will be
A splinter between us in our bed:but
I cant be shut of her in this office!
Did my connivance top my ambition,
How quickly I would be a single man!
What is it that fool Herndon says of me?
"His ambition is a little engine
And knows no rest!" He sees not half of it!
May God legitimize me in office!
A President must be above the law
Else how is he to make a government?
Me, for the cunning of the country boy,
The big, rude, untutored rural bumpkin
As cozzens the clever city-slicker
The husband that outsmarts the nagging wife!
Anyway, shes a cow, gross of habit,
Unpleasantforever in a foul mood,
Capable of the meanest behavior,
A spendthrift who wastes more than I can earn
(I sometimes believe she might be insane
Ive consideredbut thats not possible!)
We no longer sleep together, of course
Her headachesand what a relief to me!
Oh, she has perjured herself more than once
In the matter of government monies
And persuaded others to do likewise!
I dont know how we should make an answer
If there be any call to inquiry!
Perhapsyou will pray for me, Joshua
Pray my rising career dont be cut short
By the machinations of a woman!
No, of course, there wont be an inquiry
Ive taken proper stepsthe matters closed!
But you ask what brought me to marry her?
She with her connections and her money
When youre poor as I am, youre needing both
(Alas, her fortune long gone, Im afraid!)
I say, what other reasons could there be?
One dont ride to this office by merit
The fare will be paid with cash and conscience
In that capacity, she serves me well.
And lest you think I give her too much praise,
I remind youshe was once a helpmate
So, in spite of all, Ive a debt to her
Not only for office, but family,
A thing I never had nor dared dream of
In my whole entire melancholy life
But here I have suffered such tragedies!
Alas, that poor Willie should diemy boy,
My precious little son, a sweet angel,
And he shut in the earth, food for the worm!
I glimpse him now and then, in pale moonlight,
Walking across the lawn of the White House
Mary tells me shes seen him tooat play,
In the parlor sometimes after sunrise
Now, God help us bothfor we know hes dead
Weve all seen him lying in his coffin!
Our seance did nothing to bring him forth
How can he be haunting these corridors?
It breaks my heartI must not dwell on it!
Now, Ill tell you a thing that baffles me
Last evening, I looked in a mirror
And saw my face, half dead and half-alive
One side, my living face stared back at me,
And on the other side, my naked skull
Devoid of skingleamed bone-white in the glass!
I looked again and the vision was gone!