I do beseech you-- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess (As I confess it is my nature's plague To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy Shapes faults that are not), that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

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