epitaph on y own friend and y father&039;s friend, w uir tarbolton ill

an honest an here lies at rest

as e&039;er god with his ia blest;

the friend of an, the friend of truth,

the friend of a, and guide of youth:

few hearts like his, with virtue war&039;d,

few heads with knowled rd:

if there&039;s another world, he lives bliss;

if there is none, he ade the best of this