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.

Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 894.

Into this wild abyss,

The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.

Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 910.