• There are a sort of men, whose visages
    Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond;
    And do a willful stillness entertain,
    With purpose to be dressed in an opinion
    Of wisdom, gravity profound conceit;
    As who should say, I am sir Oracle,
    And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

    'The Merchant of Venice' (1596-8) act 1, sc. 1, l. 88