and hot to keep meat in. 
     Wedding for which the posy ring was required
     Weeping to myself for grief, which she discerning, come to bed
     Weigh him after he had done playing
     Well enough pleased this morning with their night’s lodging
     Went against me to have my wife and servants look upon them
     Went to bed with my head not well by my too much drinking to-day
     What way a man could devise to lose so much in so little time
     What I said would not hold water
     What I had writ foule in short hand
     What itching desire I did endeavour to see Bagwell’s wife
     What wine you drinke, lett it bee at meales
     What people will do tomorrow
     What they all, through profit or fear, did promise
     What silly discourse we had by the way as to love-matters
     What a sorry dispatch these great persons give to business
     What is there more to be had of a woman than the possessing her
     Whatever I do give to anybody else, I shall give her
     When she least shews it hath her wit at work
     When he was seriously ill he declared himself a Roman Catholic
     When the candle is going out, how they bawl and dispute
     Where money is free, there is great plenty
     Where a pedlar was in bed, and made him rise
     Where I find the worst very good
     Where a piece of the Cross is
     Where a trade hath once been and do decay, it never recovers
     Where I expect most I find least satisfaction
     Wherein every party has laboured to cheat another
     Wherewith to give every body something for their pains
     Whether she suspected anything or no I know not
     Whether he would have me go to law or arbitracon with him
     Which may teach me how I make others wait
     Which he left him in the lurch
     Which I did give him some hope of, though I never intend it
     Whip this child till the blood come, if it were my child! 
     Whip a boy at each place they stop at in their procession
     Who continues so ill as not to be troubled with business
     Who is the most, and promises the least, of any man
     Who we found ill still, but he do make very much of it
     Who must except against every thing and remedy nothing
     Who seems so inquisitive when my, house will be made an end of
     Who is over head and eares in getting her house up
     Whom, in mirth to us, he calls Antichrist
     Whom I find in bed, and pretended a little not well
     Whose red nose makes me ashamed to be seen with him
     Whose voice I am not to be reconciled
     Wife that brings me nothing almost (besides a comely person)
     Wife and the dancing-master alone above, not dancing but talking
     Will upon occasion serve for a fine withdrawing room
     Will put Madam Castlemaine’s nose out of joynt
     Willing to receive a bribe if it were offered me