Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense

Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 868.

And the imperial votaress passed on,

In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:

It fell upon a little western flower,

Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,

And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Her blue eyes sought the west afar,

For lovers love the western star.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iii. Stanza 24.