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.