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 meet with Triumph and Disaster / And treat those two impostors just the same
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!
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, / Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; / But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, / When two strong men stand face to face, tho' they come from the ends of the earth!
Now this is the Law of the Jungle—as old and as true as the sky; / And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. / As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back— / For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
One man in a thousand, Solomon says, / Will stick more close than a brother. / And it's worth while seeking him half your days / If you find him before the other.
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