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.