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All that glisters is not gold.
— Appearance
All that glisters is not gold.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
Handsome is that handsome does.
She had always thought she would be like her father, and fancied a tall, dark, and handsome face.
Do not be afraid because of their appearance, for ‘I am with you to save you,’ declares Jehovah.
All that glisters is not gold;But my outside to behold.
Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
Will she pass in a crowd? Will she make a figure in a country church?
She looks as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
Adopt the character of the twisting octopus, which takes on the appearance of the nearby rock. Now follow in this direction, now turn a different hue.
A man of sense can artifice disdain,For 'tis the wise man's interest to be seen.
O wad some power the giftie gie us And ev'n devotion!
Think not I am what I appear.
As large as life, and twice as natural.
But every thyng which schyneth as the gold,Nis nat gold, as that I have herd it told.
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
Habit maketh no monke, ne wearing of guilt spurs maketh no knight.
Appearances to save, his only care;So things seem right, no matter what they are.
We understoodThat one might almost say her body thought.
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it.
By outward show let's not be cheated;An ass should like an ass be treated.
Things are seldom what they seem,Skim milk masquerades as cream.
Not all that tempts your wandering eyesNor all that glisters gold.
Gloomy as night he stands.
Judge not according to the appearance.
All is not golde that outward shewith bright.
All is not golde that shewyth goldishe hewe.
He had a head which statuaries loved to copy, and a foot the deformity of which the beggars in the streets mimicked.
Whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones.
All is not gold that glisteneth.
Looked as if she had walked straight out of the Ark.
A fair exterior is a silent recommendation.
Of the terrible doubt of appearances,The skies of day and night, colors, densities, forms, may-be these are (as doubtless they are) only apparitions, and the real something has yet to be known.
