Just becuase I'm cool (and I really like this)

All that glistens is not gold
Often you have heard that told
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside but to behold
Gilded tombs do worms unfold
Had you been as wise as bold
Young in limbs, in judgment old
Fare you well your suit is cold

Cold, indeed, and labour lost
then farewell heat and welcome frost
bles'sed one, I have to grieved a heart
to take a tedious leave, thus losers part