If you can make one heap of all yourwinnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
　　Or watch the things you gave your life tobroken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-outtools;

　　And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;
　　If you can force your heart and nerve andsinew To serve your turn long after they are gone,
　　And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them:"Hold on";

　　If you can talk with crowds and keep yourvirtue,
　　Or walk with kings - nor lose the commontouch;
　　If neither foes nor loving friends can hurtyou;
　　If you can fill the unforgiving minute Withsixty seconds' worth of distance run -

　　Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,