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If by Rudyard Kipling, Read By Michael Caine
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 />
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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 worn-out tools:<br />
<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 />
<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!
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