Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

A Shropshire Lad. 45. IF it Chance Your Eye Offend You

IF it chance your eye offend you,
  Pluck it out, lad, and be sound:
’Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you,
  And many a balsam grows on ground.
 
And if your hand or foot offend you,
  Cut it off, lad, and be whole;
But play the man, stand up and end you,
  When your sickness is your soul.

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