Song of Aragorn by JRR Tolkien
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
From the Merchant of Venice the Prince of Morocco
by William Shakespeare
All that glisters is not gold;Often have you heard that told:Many a man his life hath soldBut my outside to behold:Gilded tombs do worms enfold.Had you been as wise as bold,Young in limbs, in judgement oldYour answer had not been inscroll'dFare you well, your suit is cold.
Written centuries apart but share a common idea. A link is here to learn more. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._R._R._Tolkien
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