I wiped away the weeds and foam,

I fetched my sea-born treasures home;

But the poor, unsightly, noisome things

Had left their beauty on the shore,

With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882): Each and All.

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,

Uproar the universal peace, confound

All unity on earth.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.