If
By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; 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 about, 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 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 imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear 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 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one 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 breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To
serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to
them: "Hold on";
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!
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Invictus
By William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable
soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My
head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet
the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with
punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
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