Therefore I thinke my breast hath all
Those peeces still, though they be not unite;
And now as broken glasses show
30A hundred lesser faces, so
My ragges of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.
The broken heart. 1633-69: Broken Heart. L74: Song. or no title, A18, A25, B, Cy, D, H49, JC, Lec, N, O'F, S, TCC, TCD: Elegie. P, S96
8 flaske 1633, A25, B, C, Cy, D, H40, Lec, O'F (corrected from flash), P, S: flash 1635-69, A18, H49, N, TC
10 come! Ed: come? 1633-69
12 some; Ed: some, 1633-69