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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!