Where eldest Night

And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold

Eternal anarchy amidst the noise

Of endless wars, and by confusion stand;

For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce,

Strive here for mast'ry.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 894.

Let those that merely talk and never think,

That live in the wild anarchy of drink.

Ben Jonson (1573-1637): Underwoods. An Epistle, answering to One that asked to be sealed of the Tribe of Ben.