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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, 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 stood 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 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!