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.