Here Lockyer lyes interred, enough his Name Speakes one hath few Competitors in Fame; A Name so great, so gen'ral, it may scorn Inscriptions, which do vulgar Tombs adorn; His Vertues and his Pills are so well known, That Envy can't confine the munder Stone; This Verse is lost, his PILL embalmes him safe To future Times without an Epitaph. |