Benjamin Franklin (Бенджамин Франклин)

Epitaph in Bookish Style

The Body of Benjamin 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 lost
For it will (as he believed) appear once more
In a new and more elegant edition
Revised and corrected
by
The Author.

1. Wedlock
2. Death Is a Fisherman
3. The Benefit of Going to Law
4. On the Freedom of the Press

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