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 be tierd by waiting or be lied about dont deal in lies or being hated dont give way to hating and yet not look too good nor talk too wise if you can dream yet not let dreams your master if you can think and not let thoughts your aim if you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat these two impsoter just the same if you can bear to hear the truth youve spoken twitsted by knaves to make a trap for fools or watch the thing you gave your life too broken and stoop and buildem up with worn out tools if you can make a heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn 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 and so hold when there is nothing in you except the Will which says to them Hold on and 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 distance run yours is the Earth and everything thats in it and which is more Your a Man my Son