SONG
WRITTEN
FOR
THE
STRAWBERRY
HILL
FOUNDLING
PLAY
,
AND
SUNG
BY
MRS.
JOURDAIN
.
WITH
the
rough
blast
heaves
the
billow
,
In
the
light
air
waves
the
willow
,
Every
thing
of
moving
kind
Varies
with
the
veering
wind
;
What
have
I
to
do
with
thee
,
Dull
,
unjoyous
Constancy
?
After
fretted
,
pouting
sorrow
,
Sweet
will
be
thy
smile
to-morrow
;
Changing
still
,
each
passing
thing
Fairest
is
upon
the
wing
:
What
have
I
to
do
with
thee
,
Dull
,
unjoyous
Constancy
?
Song
of
love
,
and
satire
witty
,
Sprightly
glee
and
doleful
ditty
;
Every
mood
and
every
lay
,
Welcome
all
,
but
do
not
stay
;
For
what
have
I
to
do
with
thee
,
Dull
,
unjoyous
Constancy
?