My Beloved Gill

I sing hymns in your favor,
With honesty written on my face,
Now when my star is in ascendant

I can't avoid reproaches of my heart,
That,
Each man belief what is right in his eyes,
You, a man's first care,a rose and a gill

For you,My artificial thirst will be gratified by wine,
The interval of our leisure,
My love to you is a secret to a drunk,,
Now that they will judge for what we have done,
Lets trepass our own land,
That we may live to eat,
When they eat to live.