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| Yes/no | |
| I can keep my head when all about me Are losing theirs and blaming it on me | Yes |
| I can trust myself when all men doubt me, But make allowance for their doubting too | Yes |
| I can wait and not be tired by waiting | No |
| Being lied about, I don’t deal in lies | Yes |
| Being hated, I don’t give way to hating | Yes |
| I don’t look too good, nor talk too wise | Yes |
| I can dream—and not make dreams my master | Yes |
| I can think—and not make thoughts my aim | Yes |
| I can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two imposters just the same | Yes |
| I can bear to hear the truth I’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools | No |
| I can watch the things I gave my life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools | Yes |
| I can make one heap of all my winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at my beginnings And never breathe a word about my loss | Yes |
| I can force my heart and nerve and sinew To serve my turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in me Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" | No |
| I can talk with crowds and keep my virtue | Yes |
| I can walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch | Yes |
| Neither foes nor loving friends can hurt me | No |
| All men count with me, but none too much | Yes |
| I can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run | No |
| I am 72% Man |
It’s possible Kipling meant this to be a binary choice. In which case I am clearly not a man, nor is the world and everything that’s in it mine.
Here’s a handy Manliness calculator for you.