True valor lies half way between cowardice and rashness.

Valor lies just halfway between rashness and cowardice.

Faint heart ne'er won fair lady.

Fortune sometimes turns round like a mill wheel and he who was yesterday at the top lies today at the bottom

All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which only pleases the sight, but does not captivate the affections. [Sp., No todas hermosuras enamoran, que algunas alegran la vista, y no rinden la voluntad.]

Said the pot to the kettle, "Get away, blackface." [Sp., Dijo la sarten a la caldera, quitate alla ojinegra.]