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]