If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings _nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes or 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 every thing that is in it,
And--which is more-- you 'll be a Man , my son.