“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 tired by waiting or being lied about don’t deal in lies and being hated don’t give way to hating, yet don’t look too good nor 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 imposters just the same.

If you can stand to see the truth you’ve spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools or bear to see the things you gave your life to broken and stoop to build them up with worn out tools.

If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss and loose and start again at your beginnings and never breath a word about your loss…

If you can walk with crowds and keep your virtue, if you can talk with kings nor loose 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 force your heart and nerve and sinue to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them hold on.

If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty second worth of distance run, yours is the earth and everything that’s in it and what’s more, you will be a man my son.”                                                                                                                                                                            Rudyard Kipling