After that we visited Southwark Cathedral. Lancelot Andrewes is buried there. The Cathedral is full of tombs and memorials with poetic inscriptions. One, for a girl who died at ten years old, alludes to the theaters around the church: "This world, to her, was but a traged play: / She came, she saw, disliked, and went away." Another commemorates Dr Lockyer, inventor of a famous pill: "His virtues and his PILLS are so well known / That envy can't confine them under stone. / But they'll survive his dust and not expire / Till all things else at th'universal fire."