• If you can walk with the crowd 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,
    And - which is more - you'll be a man my son!

    "If - " st. 4 (1910)