If you can wait and not be tired of 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.

Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You'll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart.

Fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run.

We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.

And what should they know of England who only England know?

Politicians. Little Tin Gods on Wheels.

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same.