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1139 lines
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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 bear to hear the truth you've spoken
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Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
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Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
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And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
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If you can make one heap of all your winnings
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And risk it all 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 force your heart and nerve and sinew
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To serve your turn long after they are gone,
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And so hold on when there is nothing in you
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Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
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If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
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Or 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
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