If.

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!

Excerpt from Rudyard Kipling’s If.

We visited Batemans, the home of novelist and poet Rudyard Kipling. 

( I hear he also makes exceedingly good cakes )