If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
'Or walk with Kings - nor lose 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 fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it.

^';..;'^