Whilst the tall maid is stooping the little one sweeps the house, [232], [276]
White hands are no offence, [228]
White meal is not got out of a coal-sack, [16]
Whither goest thou, misfortune? To where there is more, [194], [276]
Whither goest thou, sorrow? Whither I am used to go, [194]
Whither shall the ox go where he will not have to plough?, [194], [214], [289]
Who accepts nothing has nothing to return, [184]
Who accepts, sells himself, [85]
Who answers for another, pays, [52]
Who are ready to believe are easy to deceive, [183]