Here's a poem by Ben Franklin. I love it!
EPITAPH IN BOOKISH STYLE
The Body of
(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
18 hours ago