If

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-chich is more- you'll be a MAN my son!

Part of If by Rudyard Kipling