So false is faction, and so smooth a liar,
	As that it never had a side entire.

Daniel.    

	Seldom is faction’s ire in haughty minds
	Extinguish’d but by death: it oft like fire
	Suppress’d, breaks forth again, and blazes higher.

May.    

	Avoid the politic, the factious fool,
	The busy, buzzing, talking harden’d knave;
	The quaint smooth rogue that sins against his reason,
	Calls saucy loud sedition public zeal,
	And mutiny the dictates of his spirit.

Otway.