<p>If......<br /><br /></p>.<p>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;<br />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 wornout tools;<br />If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br />And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br />And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br />And never breathe 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";<br />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!<br /><em><br />RUDYARD KIPLING</em></p>
<p>If......<br /><br /></p>.<p>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;<br />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 wornout tools;<br />If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br />And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br />And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br />And never breathe 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";<br />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!<br /><em><br />RUDYARD KIPLING</em></p>