What treasures here do Mammon's sons behold! Yet know that all that which glitters is not gold.
beware the Lure of a handsome Face, the all too ready Assumption that the lovely Façade must needs have lovely Chambers within; for as 'tis with Great Houses, so, too, with Great Men.
My son, beware of a plain damsel who charmeth thee, for she needeth much wile, and useth diverse weapons.
What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.
Too dear I prized a fair enchanting face: beauty unchaste is beauty in disgrace.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.
Yet is beauty the pleasing trickery that cheateth half the world.
Oh, there was harm indeed for a young lady flattered by the brief attentions of a handsome man.
Beauty is a mute deception.
...lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.
When you come to L.A. as a kid with your mom, you're lured into doing things that you think are cool and fun and a good idea, but they're cheesy and awful. And recording a pop single was one of them.
I didn't fall for a lot of that stardom stuff.
Religion as a vital issue is dead except on paper, and whatever beauty-baiting the future may witness will be the work of greed and trade, and not of honest cosmos-facing.
Like sin itself, Satan appeals to the senses. He originated and perfected the art of disguising evil as good.
It isn't that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It's that the truth is too hideous to face.
It is the goodly outside that sin puts on which tempteth to destruction. It has been said that sin is like the bee, with honey in its mouth, but a sting in its tail.
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 enfold.
Wrong dressed out in pride, pomp, and circumstance has more attraction than abstract right.
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all that glisters gold.
Why was so much evil pleasant, pretty on the outside, like poisoned candy?
All that shimmers on the surface of the world, all that we call interesting, is the fruit of ignorance and inebriation.
The devil's voice is sweet to hear.
Everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold
O vanity, mislead no more!
Beware of any belief that makes you self-indulgent; it came from the pit, no matter how beautiful it sounds.
