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If you can keep your head when all about you
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Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
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If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
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But make allowance for their doubting too.
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If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
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Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
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Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
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And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise.
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If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
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If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
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If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
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And treat those two impostors just the same.
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If you can make one heap of all your winnings
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And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
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And lose, and start again at your beginnings
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And never breath a word about your loss.
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If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
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And walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
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If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
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If all men count with you, but none too much.
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If you can fill the unforgiving minute
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With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
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Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
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And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
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Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
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