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 worn out tools...yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! //
