If it chance your eye offends 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.

If it chance your eye offends 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.

– A.E. Housman –

A Shropshire Lad

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