To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows,We drained a hundred jugs of wine.A splendid night it was....In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed,But at last drunkenness overtook us;And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain,The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet

The Works of Li Po, the Chinese Poet (ed. 1922)