Fragment CII: Enjoy your time, my soul! another race

Enjoy your time, my soul! another race
Will shortly fill the world, and take your place;
With their own hopes and fears, sorrow and mirth:
I shall be dust the while, and crumbled earth.
But think not of it! Drink the racy wine
Of rich Taygetus, press’d from the vine :
Which Theotimus, in the sunny glen,
(Old Theotimus, lov’d by gods and men,)
Planted, and water’d from a plenteous source,
Teaching the wayward stream a better course:
Drink it, and cheer your heart, and banish care;
A load of wine will lighten our despair.