For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
SHAKS.: _Lucrece,_ Line 1006.
That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard,
And after scandal them.
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
The whole court melted into one wide whisper,
And all lips were applied unto all ears!
The elder ladies' wrinkles curled much crisper
As they beheld; the younger cast some leers
On one another, and each lovely lisper
Smiled as she talked the matter o'er: but tears
Of rivalship rose in each clouded eye
Of all the standing army that stood by.
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto ix., St. 78