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.
Que tout n'est pas or c'on voit luire.
Everything is not gold that one sees shining.
We understood
Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood
Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought.
That one might almost say her body thought.
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
Cucullus (or Cuculla) non facit monachum.
The habit does not make the monk.
Handsome is that handsome does.
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 eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize,
Nor all that glisters gold.
Gloomy as night he stands.
Judge not according to the appearance.
Fronti nulla fides.
Trust not to outward show.
Garde-toi, tant que tu vivras,
De juger des gens sur la mine.
Beware so long as you live, of judging people by appearances.
Même quand l'oiseau marche on sent qu'il a des ailes.
Even when the bird walks one feels that it has wings.
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.
Spectatum veniunt, veniunt spectentur ut ipsse.
They come to see, they come that they themselves may be seen.
Non semper ea sunt, quae videntur; decipit
Frons prima multos: rara mens intelligit
Quod interiore condidit cura angulo.
Things are not always what they seem; the first appearance deceives many; the intelligence of few perceives what has been carefully hidden in the recesses of the mind.
L'habit ne fait le moine.
The dress does not make the monk.
All hoods make not monks.
All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold.
Looked as if she had walked straight out of the Ark.
