Make hay while sunne shines.

Friend hast thou none, / For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,

The poor woman, who was well aware with such incumbrances she could do nothing with visitors of their rank, eagerly presented a letter from the castle, which had been waiting almost a week, and their horses' heads were in a few minutes turned thitherward, a boy being dispatched from the farm by a near road, to announce their arrival.

It's amazing how you can get wanker's cramp from frantically squeezing a brake lever