“She thrives on movement and gathers strength as she goes. From small and timorous beginnings she soon lifts herself up into the air, her feet still on the ground and her head hidden in the clouds. They say she is the daughter of Mother Earth who bore her in rage against the Gods, a sister for Coeus and Enceladus. Rumour is quick of foot and swift on the wing , a huge and horrible monster, and under every feather of her body, strange to tell, there lies an eye that never sleeps, a mouth and a tongue that are never silent and an ear always pricked. By night she flies between earth and sky, squawking through the darkness, and never lowers her eyelids in sweet sleep. By day she keeps watched perched on tops of gables or on high towers and causes fear in great cities, holding fast to her lies and distortions as often as she tells the truth. At that time she was taking delight in plying the tribes with all manner of stories, fact and fiction mixed in equal parts: how Aeneas the Trojan had come to Carthage and now the lovely Dido had thought fit to take him as her husband; how they were even now indulging themselves and keeping each other warm he whole winter through, forgetting about their kingdoms and becoming slaves of lust. When the foul goddess had spread this gossip all around on the lips of men, she then steered her course to King Iarbas to set his mind alight and fuel his anger.”
– Virgil; ‘The Aeneid’ Book 4 (David West translation, Penguin addition).