Drinking

The thirsty earth soaks 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 itself [which one would think
Should have little need of drink]
Drink twice ten thousand rivers up,
So fill'd that they o'er fill the cup.
The busy sun [and one would guess
By's drunken fiery face no less]
Drinks up the sea, and when he's 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?
                          Abraham Cowley[1618-1667]
He was a royalist during England's civil war.  Obviously not a fan of Cromwell and the Puritans.