The Second Part of King Henry IV by William Shakespeare

Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. I speak of peace while covert emnity, Under the smile of safety, wounds the world; and who but Rumour, who but only I, Make fearful musters and prepar’d defence, Whiles the big year, swoln with some other grief, Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war, and no such matter? Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures, and of so easy and so plain a stop.