Re: TTY Update: If I by chance your eye offend you
A Shropshire Lad (1896)
by A. E. Housman
XLV. 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.
In every country and city
There are those who dwell in self-pity,
Wailing and moaning, railing and groaning,
And hoping that someone sees
Their senseless miseries.
I tell them,
Step off from the sad and the bad,
Step back from the sunken gloom;
Let nothing defeat your dream,
You're better than you seem.
Give Joy a chance to dance,
Give Love a new romance,
But mostly give to you
The strength to see things through.
Don't depend on another,
Be your own great big brother;
Stand up, stand unafraid,
And you will make the grade.
For when self-pity dies
Self-enjoyment flies.
Benny-the-butcher