Excellent wretch! perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again. Shakespeare.Othello, Act III. Scene 3. (Othellos love for his Wife.)
But, should he hide his face, th astonishd sun, And all th extinguishd stars, would loosening reel Wide from their spheres, and chaos come again. Thomson.Summer, Line 182.
Lo! thy dread empire, chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all. Pope.The Dunciad, Book IV. Line 653.