to set the table in a roar!
Euce N i us was convinced from this, that the heart of
walked softly out of the room, weeping as he walked.
Yorick followed Eugenius with his eyes to the door,<-he
then closed them —and never open'd them more.
He lies buried in a corner of his churchyard, 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,