IF you can keep your head when all about you 
 Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when 
all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can 
wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in 
lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't 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 those two impostors just the same; 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 gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with 
worn-out tools: 
If you can make one heap of all your winnings  And risk it on one turn of 
pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never 
breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and 
sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when 
there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - 
nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt 
you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the 
unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the 
Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my 
son!
 
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