Anacreon Imitated

Come fill 't up, and fill it high, The barren earth is always dry; But, well steep'd in kindly showers, It laughs in dew, and smiles in flowers. The jovial Gods did, sure, design, By the immortal gift of wine, To drown our sighs, and ease our care, And make 's content to revel here; To revel, and to reign in love, And be throughout like those above.