Who looks not before finds himself behind. 10 Pr.
Who loves his own sweet shadow in the streets / Better than e'er the fairest she he meets. Burns.
Who loves me, loves my dog. L. Pr.
Who loves, raves. Byron.
Who made the heart, 'tis He alone / Decidedly can try us; / He knows each chord, its various tone, / Each spring, its various bias. / Then at the balance let's be mute, / We never can adjust it; / What's done we partly may compute, / But know not what's resisted. Burns.
Who make poor "will do" wait upon "I 15 should;" / We own they're prudent, but who owns they're good? Burns.
Who marks in church-time others' symmetry, / Makes all their beauty his deformity. George Herbert.
Who never climbs will never fa'. Sc. Pr.
Who never doubted never half believed. Bailey.
Who overcomes / By force, hath overcome But half his foe. Milton.