A Bibliophile’s Epitaph

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 wholly lost:
For it will, as he believ’d, appear once more,
In a new and more perfect Edition,
Corrected and amended By the Author.

—Benjamin Franklin, age 28 [from The Smithsonian Book of Books]

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4 comments on “A Bibliophile’s Epitaph

  1. Stefanie says:

    If only I were clever enough to write something like that! Good old Ben!

  2. びっくり says:

    A little grim that he was writing his own epitaph at 28. I'm glad he lived longer so he could extend the first line to include: scientist, statesman, inventor, and a few other hats.
    Ditto to Stefanie. If only I were so clever.

  3. verbivore says:

    This is great fun – how clever (and just a tad morbid) of him!

  4. Terri says:

    What a clever epitaph!

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