Harrington, Sir John (1561 - 1612) Of Faustus, A Stealer of Verses I heard that Faustus oftentimes rehearses To his chaste Mistress certain of my Verses, In which, with Use, so perfect he is grown That she, poor Fool, now thinks they are his own. I would esteem it (trust me) Grace, not Shame, If Davies, or if Daniel, did the same - For would I thank, or would I Quarrel pick? I, when I list, could do to them the like. But who can wish a Man a fouler Spite Than have a blind Man take away his Light? A begging Thief is dangerous to my Purse; A baggage Poet to my Verse is worse.