"We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage. So we'll live and, pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too; Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;/ And take upon the mystery of things, as if we were God's spies…"
--King Lear, Act V, Scene 3
Flee from the worthless; Stay close only to those with a pure heart. We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.