Classic Poem

What ! is it thou that askest entrance there?
Who art thou, friend, and what would'st thou of me?
Food, fire and shelter from the bitter air,
A kindly word, a touch of sympathy?

Methinks misfortune should have made thee wise,
Yet plain it is thou art both dull and blind,
Else never had'st thou dared in such a guise,
Ask boon or grace of one of human kind.

Trust me, good sir, a coat of napless seam,
A timid air, an aspect sad and wan,
Served never yet to win the world's esteem;
The text is true alike for dog and man.