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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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EPISTLE I. To Syrisca.

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EPISTLE II. To a Friend going abroad.

III.

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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EPISTLE V. To C. F. Esq

Whether the French, ally'd with Spain,
Or German Troops the Battle gain;
Whether the Bards, in former Days,
Writ better than our modern Bays,
What matters it to us, my Friend?
Shall we in vain Enquiries spend
Our Moments, as they ne'er wou'd end?

While rapid Time drives on our Hours,
your Claret in the Country sow'rs.
When at your Villa shall we dine,
And taste your rich Hungarian Wine?
The russet Autumn now has past,
And Winter, since we saw it last.

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Once more the teeming Spring we prove;
Kind Nature calls for Mirth, and Love.
Your Groves no longer bend with Snow;
Your thaw'd Canals, and Fountains flow:
Yet think, when Age the Blood congeals,
No second Spring the Body feels.

Say, sweet Cuzzoni, shall I bring,
With Rival'd Philomel to sing?
Or will you ask the Sisters fair,
And Laura, with her auburn Hair?
But let not Mentor be your Guest;
His Politicks will damp our Feast.