I have touched the highest point of all my greatness;

And from that full meridian of my glory

I haste now to my setting: I shall fall

Like a bright exhalation in the evening,

And no man see me more.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Behold him setting in his western skies,

The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 268.

The setting sun, and music at the close,

As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,

Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2.