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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 yet 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 stoop and build 'em
up with wornout tools;
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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 yourheart 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 !
RUDYARD KIPLING
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