epitaph on my own friend and my father's friend, wm. muir in tarbolton mill

an honest man here lies at rest

as e'er god with his image blest;

the friend of man, the friend of truth,

the friend of age, and guide of youth:

few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd,

few heads with knowledge so informed:

if there's another world, he lives in bliss;

if there is none, he made the best of this.