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 sixy 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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| — | rudyard kipling |
