Dear Sir, I think,‘ tis doubly hard,
Your ears and doors should both be barr'd.
Can anything be more unkind?
Must I not see,‘ cause you are blind?
Methinks a friend at night should cheer you,—
A friend that loves to see and hear you.
Why am I robb'd of that delight,
When you can be no loser by't
Nay, when‘ tis plain ( for what is plainer? )
That if you heard you'd be no gainer?
For sure you are not yet to learn,
That hearing is not your concern.
Then be your doors no longer barr'd:
Your business, sir, is to be heard.