![]() 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 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 them 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. ![]() 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 to, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, and yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you. ![]()
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