Sonnet XLV: There shone a Comet, and it was

There shone a Comet, and it was full west.
my thoughts presaged, what it did portend:
I found it threatned, to my heart unrest,
And might in tyme, my joyes and comfort end.
I further sought, and found it was a Sunne:
Which day, nor night, did never use to set:
It constant stood, when heavens did restlesse run,
And did their vertues, and their forces let.
The world did muse, and wonder what it meant,
A Sunne to shine, and in the west to rise:
To search the trueth, I strength and spirits spent,
At length I found, it was my Licias eyes:
Now never after, soule shall live in darke,
That hath the hap, this westerne Sunne to marke.