Epitaph on James Grieve, Laird of Boghead, Tarbolton
Here lies Boghead amang the deadIn hopes to get salvation;But if such as he in Heav’n may be,Then welcome, hail! damnation.
Epitaph On My Own Friend And My Father’s Friend, Wm. Muir In Tarbolton Mill
An honest man here lies at restAs 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.