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SONG
WRITTEN FOR THE STRAWBERRY HILL FOUNDLING PLAY, AND
SUNG BY MRS. JOURDAIN.

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	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?

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	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?