If you can keep your head when all about    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you trust yourself men doubt you  But make allowance for their doubting too wait not be tired by waiting  Or being lied about don’t deal in lies Or hated give way to hating  And yet look too good nor talk wise dream—and dreams master  If think—and thoughts aim meet with triumph disaster treat those two impostors just the same bear hear truth you’ve spoken  Twisted knaves a trap fools Or watch things gave life broken stoop build ’em up wornout tools one heap of winnings risk turn pitch-and-toss And lose start again at beginnings never breathe word loss force heart nerve sinew  To serve long after they are gone so hold there is nothing  Except Will which says them: “Hold on” crowds virtue  Or walk kings—nor lose common touch neither foes loving friends hurt count but none much fill unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth distance run—  Yours Earth everything that’s it And—which more—you’ll Man my son!