If you can keep your head when all about you
lose theirs and therefore you blame,
if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
but their doubting too;
if you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied
, you pay with lies,
Or being hated, do not give rise to hatred, and yet
look too good, nor talk too wise.
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
if you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat
the same way those two impostors ;
if you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to
make a trap for fools.
Or watch the things you put your life, broken
And stoop and build with old tools.
If you remove all your winnings And risk
a toss,
and lose, and start again from the beginning
and never say anything that you lost;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
to play your turn long after they are gone,
and so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will
that says: "Resist."
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings
and not lose the common touch
if the enemies and friends can not hurt,
if all men count with you, but none too much if you can
fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of travel;
Yours is the Earth and everything that inhabits it,
and, what is more, you will be Man, son.
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