Who pants for glory finds but short repose; / 20 A breath revives him or a breath o'erthrows. Pope.
Who plays for more / Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart. George Herbert.
Who questioneth much, shall learn much, and content much. Bacon.
Who riseth from a feast / With that keen appetite that he sits down? / Where is the horse that doth untread again / His tedious measures with the unabated fire / That he did pace them first? All things that are / Are with more spirit chaséd than enjoy'd. Mer. of Venice, ii. 6.
Who say, I care not, those I give for lost; / And to instruct them, 'twill not quit the cost. George Herbert.
Who seeks Him in the dark and cold, / With 25 heart that elsewhere finds no rest, / Some fringe of the skirts of God shall hold, / Though round his spirit the mists may fold, / With eerie shadows and fears untold. Dr. W. Smith.
Who shall be true to us, / When we are so unsecret to ourselves? Troil. and Cress., iii. 2.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree, / And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me. Pope.
Who shall place / A limit to the giant's unchained strength, / Or curb his swiftness in the forward race? W. C. Bryant.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, / While the star of hope she leaves him? Burns.