Epitaph

Epitaph on my own friend, and my father's friend, William Muir in Tarbolton by Robert Burns

"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 inform'd
If there's another world, he lives in bliss
If there is none, he made the best of this."