From mighty wrongs to petty perfidy Have I not seen what human things could do? From the loud roar of foaming calumny 180 To the small whisper of the asp paltry few, And subtler venom of the reptile crew, The Janus glance of whose significant eye, Learning to lie with silence, would seem true, And without utterance, save the shrug or sigh, Deal round to happy fools its speechless obloquy.

-Rochdale
^18  Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, canto 4, stanza136.