A Grimy Book, A Ragged Man, A Wilted Flower

But don't judge it by its outward show, 

For in its heart there may be more Of fragrance, beauty, and of grace Than in the hearts of those who seem More beautiful and more refined.

So never judge a book by its cover, A man by his outward show, A flower by its outward appearance, But look within, for there you'll find The true worth of all things.