If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you  If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you  But make allowance for their doubting too  If you can wait and not be tired by waiting  Or being lied about  don't deal in lies  Or being hated  don't give away to hating And yet don't look too good nor talk to wise  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 make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss  And lose  and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss . . . 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 - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Rudyard Kipling
character, personality