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The Works of Hildebrand Jacob

... Containing Poems on Various Subjects, and Occasions; With the Fatal Constancy, a Tragedy; and Several Pieces in Prose. The Greatest Part Never Before Publish'd

Jacob, Hildebrand (1693-1739)

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THE Muse's Invitation;

Answer to the Muse.

Neptune's Remonstrance.

Written on a Glass of Tokay

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I. Hymn to Venus.

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II. Hymn to Venus.

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III. Hymn to the Goddess of Silence

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ODE II. To Cloe, on the Death of ---

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ODE III. To Death.

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ODE IV. To Daphne.

ODE V. To Artemisa.

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ODE VI. Advice to Phillis.

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ODE VII. Occasion'd by Phoebe's consenting.

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ODE VIII. To Philomel .

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ODE IX. The Foolish Shepherd.

ODE X. To Belinda,

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To Belinda;

Written on her Glass.

Answer to Strephon

Sent to him, as he whisper'd ---

The Disinterested Swain.

The Turtles;

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TALE I. Apollo 's Stratagem:

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TALE II. The curious Maid.

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TALE III. The Judgment of Tiresias.

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TALE IV. The Shades.

TALE V. The Fair Penitent.

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TALE VI. The Apparition.

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TALE VII. The INDIAN.

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TALE VIII. The Escape.

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Apollo, and a Poetaster.

Minerva, and an Author.

To Neptune,

To Love.

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EPISTLE I. To Syrisca.

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EPISTLE II. To a Friend going abroad.

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EPISTLE III. Reasons for not writing Satire.

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EPISTLE IV. To B. B. Esq

EPISTLE V. To C. F. Esq

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EPISTLE VI. To Dr. P--- at T. W. with ---

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EPISTLE VII. To ---

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EPISTLE VIII. To ------

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EPISTLE IX. To S. W. Y.

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EPITAPH I. On Mr. A. H. a great Traveller.

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EPITAPH II. On Delia.

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EPITAPH III. On Mrs. Beata F---

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EPITAPH. IV. On my Lady---

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Some Fragments of NERO,

Design'd for an Epilogue to a Tragedy call'd the Revenge.

Part of the Epilogue to a Comedy call'd the Masquerade.

EPISTLE X. To a Friend with ---

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TALE III. The Judgment of Tiresias.

—Placuit quæ sit Sententia docti
Quærere Tiresiæ—
Ov. Met

When willing Nymphs, and Swains unite
In Quest of amorous Delight,
Which Sex does Venus most befriend,
Which Party best obtains its End,
Which does the greatest Pleasure prove,
And taste the sweetest Joys of Love?

'Twixt Jove and Juno, we are told,
This was a fam'd Dispute of old:
Long the Debate with equal Strife
They held, like mortal Man, and Wife:
The God in Reason cou'd not yield,
The Goddess scorn'd to quit the Field.

At length, quoth Jove, thus rudely cross'd,
His Breath, and Patience almost lost,
If by your Sex's Appetite,
Proud Queen, we measure, your Delight,
'Tis plain the Goddess does dispense
To them her kindest Influence.

Juno the Inference deny'd,
And with decisive female Pride
Wou'd have it still o' th' other Side.

I'll lay, says Jupiter, I'm right
Three Storms, with Clouds as black, as Night,

Three Peals of Thunder, mixt with Hail,
And Lightning Shafts, which never fail;
Win 'em, and use 'em at Command
Against your Foes, by Sea, or Land,
For Vows forgot, or Rites neglected,
My Friends of Crete alone excepted.

'Tis done, she cry'd, and Argus Eyes
I stake against your troubled Skies,
Those watchful Eyes so much you dread,
When wand'ring from our Nuptial Bed.

Enough, quoth Jove, by Styx's Flood
The Wager's ratify'd and good!

But who can this Affair decide?
Tiresias, can, the Thund'rer cry'd:
Tiresias either Sex has try'd.

Tiresias summon'd, strait appears,
And thus the knotty Question clears.

Parent of Gods! tremendous Jove!
Great Monarch of the Realms above!
And you, dread Queen! in Samos known,
Invok'd by Matrons when they groan,
The Judgment you require, attend,
Nor may th' impartial Judge offend:
An abler sure you ne'er had found
In Heav'n, on Earth, or under Ground;
For I've done all that's done by Man,
And suffer'd all, poor Woman can,
Have made my self the bold Attack,
And fought, like Tygress, on my back,
Now press'd the Fair within my Arms,
Now dy'd beneath the Hero's Charms,
Still greatly blest; for what Degree
'Twixt Extasy and Extasy?

And who will venture to compare
The mighty Raptures, none can bear?
The happy Moment is the same
To active Man, or passive Dame:
The Diff'rence lies, with due Submission,
Not in Degree, but Repetition.
That Sex, which oftest can renew
Those happy Moments, still too few!
That Sex does Venus most befriend,
That Party best obtains its End.