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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, donât deal in lies, Or, being hated, donât give way to hating, And yet donât look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dreamâand not make dreams your master; If you can thinkâand 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 youâve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build âem up with wornout 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: âHold onâ;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kingsânor 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 secondsâ worth of distance runâ Yours is the Earth and everything thatâs in it, Andâwhich is moreâyouâll be a Man, my son!