| "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; |
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| 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. |
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| If you can bear to hear the truth you have spoken |
| Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, |
| Or watch the things you gave your life broken, |
| And stoop to build 'em up with worn-out tools. |
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| If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, |
| Or walk with Kings - nor loose the common touch, |
| If niether foes nor loving friends can hurt you, |
| If all men count with you, but none too much; |
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| 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!" |
