There is a written scroll! I'll read the writing:

All that glitters 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.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscroll'd:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Cold, indeed; and LABOUR lost:
Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!
Morocco MoV II vii


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