I trust in you Come closer? I dare not Your hands chase each other Touch me? You cannot My tail is a-wag Imitate it? They shall not Mine is always the turn the anticipation and the sigh Yours is all already always an embrace too soon a kiss too late a timely -- Thresheld If you wish to eat nibble If you wish to drink sip If you must be sure doubt let no thought cavort beyond the initial Humdrum before things unknown Hum in front of the unsung Humble yourself before unsounded oblivion Who knows whether the best of men be known? or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, then any that stand remembred in the known account of time? without the favour of the everlasting Register the first man had been as unknown as the last, and Methuselahs long life had been his only Chronicle.