夜的钢琴曲二十五

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 way to hating

And yet don't look too good

nor talk too wise;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twiseted 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 wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And lose

and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone

And so hold on when there is nothin in you

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue

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

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it