The Greek's Song.
The thirsty Earth sucks up the Rain, and drinks, and
gapes for Drink again: The Plants suck in the Earth, and
are with constant drinking fresh and fair: The Sea it self which one would think should have but little
need to drink, drinks ten thousand Rivers up, so fill'd they overflow flow
the Cup: The busie Sun, and one would guess by's drunken fiery Face no less, drinks up the
Sea; and when that's done, the Moon and Stars drinkes 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.
CHORUS.
Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high; Fill all the Glasses there; for why should ev'ry Creature
drink but I? Why Man of Mortals, tell me why?
