Well done, soon done.

Wonder lasts but nine nights in a Town.

We have a craw to pluck.

Whatrax my Jo, I ken your coptan.

Wrang hes no warrand.

Wont beguil'd the Lady.

Wit in a poor mans head, and mosse in a mountain, avails nothing.

Weil is that weil does.

Well good-mother-daughter.

Whatrax of the seed, where the frendship dow not.

Wood in wildernesse, & strength in a fool.

Weapons bodes peace.

Wiles help weak folk.

Waken not sleeping dogs.

Women and bairns keep counsell of that they ken not.

We hounds flew the Hare, quoth the messoun.

Wishers and woulders are poor householders.

Weil worth aw, that gars the plough draw.

Words are but winde, but dunts are the Devill.

With empty hand no man should hawks allure.

Wark bears witnesse who weil does.

Wrang hearing makes wrang rehearsing.

Wealth gars wit waver.

Weil bides, weil betides.

Wrong count is no payment.

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