Cheat Engine Cubefield

If you can

If you can keep your head when all about
you Are losing theirs
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
taking
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting
or if you do not deal in lies
slandered or hated by not hating

yet not look too good, nor talk too wise
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim;
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 Twisted by knaves to
make a trap for fools, Or watch with
serenity the things and emotions
destroyed and rebuilt with your worn out tools;
If you can get all your winnings And risk it on
one shot
heads or tails and lose, and start again
never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart, your nerves, your wrists
to carry you after a long time since you hear them and so hold more
when there is nothing in you Except the Will
who tells them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings
without losing the common touch, If they can not
hurt neither foes nor loving friends;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
giving value to every moment that passes,
Yours is the Earth and everything that there is in it
and - most importantly - you'll be a Man my son!