Richard Barnfield - "Sighing, and sadly sitting by my love" lyrics

Sighing, and sadly sitting by my love, He asked the cause of my heart's sorrowing, Conjuring me by heaven's eternal King To tell the cause which me so much did move. Compelled (quoth I), to thee will I confess, Love is the cause, and only love it is That doth deprive me of my heavenly bliss. Love is the pain that doth my heart oppress. And what is she (quoth he) whom thou dost love? Look in this gla** (quoth I), there shalt thou see The perfect form of my felicity. When, thinking that it would strange magic prove, He opened it, and taking off the cover, He straight perceived himself to be my lover.