The walls, which are fixed direct into the ground without a plinth, are made of wattle and plastered with a thin lair of mud or cowdung.

Qu[een]. Ah Mortimer! now breaks the kings hate forth, And he confesseth that he loues me not. Mor[timer] iu[nior]. Crie quittance Madam then, & loue not him.

I was lucky with this one, as my roommate's girlfriend left me the aforementioned yams. She took care of this step for me. But if you find yourself yamless, get out and fill your home with a small reminder of the holiday.

… did he imagine he could carry his amassments with him out of the world? Had he so loved the gems in his life as to dream he could illumine his tomb with them?