if...

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 ba tired by waiting,
or,being lied about,dont deal in lies,
or,being hated,dont give way to hating,
and yet dont 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 buld 'em out with wornout tools;

if you can make one heap with all your winnings
and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
and lose,and start again at your beginnings
and never breath a word about your loss;
if you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
to serve your turn long after they are gone,
and so hold on when there s 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 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 ll be a Man my son!

Kipling