Seal up these eyes that brake my rest;
Put out the lights, bespeak my knell,
30And then eternally farewell.
'Tis all th' amends our wretched Fates can give,
That none can force a desperate man to live.
The Desperate Lover.] 28 'brake', if right, must mean 'used to break' by making me behold 'Love or some other vanity'.
The Fatigue.
A SONG.