Not with whom you are born, but with whom you are bred.
Faint heart ne'er won fair lady.
A stout heart breaks bad luck.
The virtuous woman must be treated like a relic - adored, but not handled; she should be guarded and prized, like a fine flower-garden, the beauty and fragrance of which the owner allows others to enjoy only at a distance, and through iron walls.
Many littles make a much.
Treason pleases, but not the traitor.