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 impostors just the same;
                  If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
                 Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
                 Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
                And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools

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If you can fill the unforgiving minute
              With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
             Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
             And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!