Still relevant to things today. Vergil, Aeneid 4.174-188
Fama, malum qua non aliud velocius ullum;
mobilitate viget, viresque adquirit eundo,
parva metu primo, mox sese attollit in auras,
ingrediturque solo, et caput inter nubila condit.
Illam Terra parens, ira inritata deorum,
extremam (ut perhibent) Coeo Enceladoque sororem
progenuit, pedibus celerem et pernicibus alis,
monstrum horrendum, ingens, cui, quot sunt corpore plumae
tot vigiles oculi subter, mirabile dictu,
tot linguae, totidem ora sonant, tot subrigit aures.
Nocte volat caeli medio terraeque per umbram,
stridens, nec dulci declinat lumina somno;
luce sedet custos aut summi culmine tecti,
turribus aut altis, et magnas territat urbes;
tam ficti pravique tenax, quam nuntia veri.
Rumour, the evil of which no other is speedier: flourishing with rapidity, and growing in strength as it moves, at first fearfully small, soon it exalts itself to the rarefied air; it advances by ground then hides its head in the clouds. Earth was its mother, provoked by her anger at the gods,
bore her last (as they say), sister to Coeus and Enceladeus, swift of foot and agile on the wing, a vast and terrible monstrosity, on whose body there as many unsleeping eyes under as many feathers — miraculous in the telling — as many tongues as there are babbling mouths, and just as many ears pricking up. At night it flies among the clouds, in the shadows of the earth, hissing, nor does it shut its eyes with the sweetness of sleep; by light it sits guard on the highest roof gables, or on the summits of towers, and it terrifies great cities. It grasps at fiction and perversion as much as messages of truth.