All that glisters 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 judgement old
Your answer had not been inscroll'd
Fare you well, your suit is cold.
Update: Of course now (2016) as opposed to back then (2006) we know that while we do have some magical touch interfaces, which provide a great deal of presence, that presence is people being mesmerized by photos of their drunken friends.