Mirth is like a flash of lightning, that breaks through a gloom of clouds, and glitters for a moment; cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity.
All that glisters is not gold. or All that glitters is not gold.
What treasures here do Mammon's sons behold! Yet know that all that which glitters is not gold.Francis Quarles