If you can keep your head while 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 or talk to 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 impostors just the same
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to set a trap for fools
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken
And stoop to build them up with worn out tools

If you can make a heap of all your winnings
And risk it all in one throw 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 are gone
Until there is nothing left within you
Except the will which says to them, “hold on.”

If you can walk with crowds and keep your virtue
Or talk with kings nor lose the common touch
If neither foe nor loving friend can hurt you
If all men count with you but none too much
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run
Then yours is the Earth and all that’s in it
And, which is more, you’ll be a Man, my son.

I’ll check it later. I’ve got too many of those unforgiving minutes to fill right now.