Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all that glisters gold.
All that glisters is not gold. or All that glitters is not gold.
All that glisters is not gold, Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold, But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms infold. Had you been as wise as bold, Young in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been inscroll'd. Fare you well, your suit is cold.