The epitaph that Benjamin Franklin wrote for himself when he was a young man. Alas, it never made it to his tombstone…
“The Body of
B. Franklin
Printer;
Like the Cover of an old Book,
Its Contents torn out,
And stript of its Lettering and Gilding,
Lies here, Food for Worms.
But the Work shall not be whlly lost:
For it will, as he believ’d, appear
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