Dear Sir, I think,‘ tis doubly hard...

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.