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
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