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<title>If by Rudyard Kipling</title>
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If you can keep your head when all about you<br>

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,<br>

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you<br>

But make allowance for their doubting too,<br>

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br>

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,<br>

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,<br>

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:<p>

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,<br>

If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;<br>

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster<br>

And treat those two impostors just the same;<br>

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken<br>

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br>

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<br>

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:<p>

If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br>

And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br>

And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br>

And never breath a word about your loss;<br>

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br>

To serve your turn long after they are gone,<br>

And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br>

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"<p>

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<br>

Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,<br>

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;<br>

If all men count with you, but none too much,<br>

If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br>

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,<br>

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,<br>

And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!<p>


<center><i> --Rudyard Kipling</i>
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