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After lunch at fish! and shopping at the Borough Market, intertext, gillo, and I wandered into Southwark Cathedral. Not far beyond John Gower's splendidly well painted tomb lay that of a seventeenth-century deviser of pills. If epitaphs were spam, this would be. Lockyer's epitaph was photographed and transcribed by gillo.

Here Lockyer: lies interr'd enough: his name
Speakes one hath few competitors in fame:
A name soe Great, soe Generall't may scorne
Inscriptions whch doe vulgar tombs adorne.
A diminution 'tis to write in verse
His eulogies whch most mens mouths rehearse.
His virtues & his PILLS are soe well known..
That envy can't confine them vnder stone.
But they'll surviue his dust and not expire
Till all things else at th'universall fire.
This verse is lost, his PILL Embalmes him safe
To future times without an Epitaph

( Assorted social outings and the Holy Grail... )