Who ventures nothing has no luck.

Who wings, drives away care.

Whoever falls sick of folly, is long in getting cured.

Whoever gossips to you will gossip about you.

Whom God loves, his bitch litters pigs.

Whom the gods love die young.

Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad.

Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.

Whoredom and thieving are never long concealed.

Win a game of your friend, and drink the money on the spot.

Wind and good luck are seldom lasting.

Wipe your eye with your elbow.

Wit without discretion is a sword in the hand of a fool.

Wit's never bought till it's paid for.

With a little wrong a man comes by his right.

With a staircase before you, you look for a rope to go down by.

With bread and wine you can walk your road.

With lightning and with love, the clothes sound, the heart burned.

With money you would not know yourself, without money nobody would know you.

Woe to the house where the hen crows and the rooster is still.

Woe to the mule that sees not her master.

Women, wind, and fortune, soon change.

Words will not do for my aunt, for she does not put faith even in deeds.

Wounds from the knife are healed, but not those from the tongue.

Wounds heal, but not ill words.