[Obscurity bonus] If you can keep your head when all about you Are loosing theirs and blaming it on you If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make alounces for their doubts too. If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue Or walk with kings nor loose the common touch If neither fows nor loving friends can hurt you If all men count with you, but none too much If you can feel the unforgiven 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.