IF you can keep your head whilst those 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 of waiting or being lied about, don't deal in lies; or,be hated,don't give way to hating, and yet don't loog 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 mix with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same; IF you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken, twisted by knave to make a trap for fools; or watch the things you give your life for broken, and stoop and build them with worn-out tools;
IF you can make a heap of all your winnings, and risk it on a turn of ''pitch and toss'' and lose and start again on 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 have 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 adn keep our 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 non too much; IF you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance to run; yours is the earth and everything in it; and-what is more-you'll be a man my son.
