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.