Francis Quarles on Epitaphs

“The world's a book, writ by th' eternal Art Of the great Maker; printed in man's heart; 'Tis falsely printed though divinely penn'd, And all the Errata will appear at th' end.”

“The World's a Printing-House, our words, our thoughts, Our deeds, are characters of several sizes. Each Soul is a Compos'tor, of whose faults The Levites are Correctors; Heaven Revises. Death is the common Press, from whence being driven, We're gather'd, Sheet by Sheet, and bound for Heaven.”