He lies buried in the corner of his churchyard, in the parish of ⸻, under a plain marble slab, which his friend Eugenius , by leave of his executors, laid upon his grave, with no more than these three words of inscription, serving both for his epitaph and elegy.
Alas, poor Yorick !
Ten times a day has Yorick’s ghost the consolation to hear his monumental inscription read over with such a variety of plaintive tones, as denote a general pity and esteem for him;⸺a foot-way crossing the churchyard close by the side of his grave,—not a passenger goes by without stopping to cast a look upon it,—and sighing as he walks on,
Alas, poor Yorick !