if by rudyard kipling
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 imposters 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 them 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 again 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're 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 a 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 will be a man, my son