Wojciech J. Kalka


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 +====== Some Collected Poerty ======
 +**William Shakespeare A Midsommer Nights Dream**
 +If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'​d here. While these visions did appear.
 +And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend:
 +And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent'​s tongue, We will make amends ere long;
 +Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.
 +**Rudyard Kipling'​s IF**
 +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 wait and not be tired by 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:\\
 +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 the things you gave your life to, broken,\\
 +And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:\\
 +If you can make one heap of all your winnings\\
 +And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,​\\
 +And lose, and start again at your beginnings\\
 +And never breath a word about your loss;\\
 +If you can 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!"\\
 +If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,\\
 +Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,\\
 +If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;\\
 +If all men count with you, but none too much,\\
 +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!\\