If you can keep your head when all
about you forgiveness and you make a fault;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt it, but also to take account of the doubt;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, do not deal in lies, Or being hated
, do not give way to hating, And yet do not 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 way;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to
fools
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build with
tools worn-out
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on
one turn heads and tails,
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
long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will
who tells them: "Hold on!".
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk
with Kings nor lose the common touch with the people,
If it can not hurt you or the enemy's closest friend,
If all men count with you , but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
valuing every minute that passes,
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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