Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures.

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared.

Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.