Robert Burns

Epitaph on my own friend, William Muir in Tarbolton

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.

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