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. RUDYARD KIPLING " If"