Ismael Ozanne

Ismael Ozanne

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When you keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
When you trust yourself when all men doubt you,
And make allowance for their doubting too;
When you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, do not deal in lies,
Or being hated, do not give way to hating,
And, yet, do not look too good nor talk too wise:

When you dream and not make dreams your master;
When you think and not make thoughts your aim;
When you meet with triumph and disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same;
When you bear to hear the truth you have spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools.

When you force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
When you talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings and not lose the common touch,
When neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
When all men count with you, but none too much;
When you fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Then yours is the earth and everything that is in it;
And, which is more, you will be you, the sun.


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Forward

When you keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
When you trust yourself when all men doubt you,
And make allowance for their doubting too;
When you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, do not deal in lies,
Or being hated, do not give way to hating,
And, yet, do not look too good nor talk too wise:

When you dream and not make dreams your master;
When you think and not make thoughts your aim;
When you meet with triumph and disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same;
When you bear to hear the truth you have spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools.

When you force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
When you talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings and not lose the common touch,
When neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
When all men count with you, but none too much;
When you fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Then yours is the earth and everything that is in it;
And, which is more, you will be you, the sun.


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$1 or more per month
Bousegeoise
$1 or more per month