Abraham Cowley

The thirsty Earth soaks up the Rain,	
And drinks, and gapes for drink again;	
The Plants soak up the Earth, and are	
With constant drinking fresh and fair;	
The Sea itself, which one would think	     
Should have but little need of Drink,	
Drinks ten thousand Rivers up,	
So fill’d that they o’erflow the Cup.	
The busy Sun (and one would guess	
By ’s drunken fiery face no less)	     
Drinks up the Sea, and when he has done,	
The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun:	
They drink and dance by their own light,	
They drink and revel all the night:	
Nothing in Nature’s sober found,	       
But an eternal Health goes round.	
Fill up the Bowl, then fill it high,	
Fill all the Glasses there, for why	
Should every creature drink but I?	
Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?   


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