If by chance your eye offend you, <br />Pluck it out, lad, and be sound: <br />'Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you, <br />And many a balsam grows on ground. <br /> <br />And if your hand or foot offend you, <br />Cut it off, lad, and be whole; <br />But play the man, stand up and end you, <br />When your sickness is your soul.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-by-chance-your-eye-offend-you/
