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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
And wait and not be tired of waiting
Or being lied about don t deal in lies
Or being haited don t give to hate
And so don t look too good nor talk too
If you can dream but not make dreams your master
Or you can think ,but not make your thinks your aim
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat these two impostors just the same
If you can bear to hear the truth yo ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools
And stoop and bild them up with worn out tools
If you can make a heap of all your winnings
And play them on pitch and toss and loose
And never breathe a word about your loss
If you can force your heart and nerves and sinew
To hold on when there is nothing in them except hold on
If you talk to crowds nor loose your common touch
Or walks with kings nor loose your virtue
If neither foe nor loving frend can hurt you
If every one count with you but noone too much
If you can feel the unforgible minute
With sixty seconds of distance run
Your ll be the world ,with everything that in it
And wich is more you ll be a man,my son
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