excerpt | 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,
and - which is more - you'll be a man, my son. 

kipling, r. (1895) if: a father's advice to his son

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