 | KOSMOBREVIA[Greek], or the infancy of the world
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8 On Cibele.
Cibele
, mother of the Gods call'd Ops,
From helpful wealth, and Vesta fair with crops
Of golden eared-labour-crowning crown,
She cloaths the fields; and doth her lap adorn
With verdent grass, choice hearbs, green trees, sweet flowrs
Wife was she to the antient'st of all powers:
This antique Matron weares a branched gown,
And beares, upon her head, a Tower-like crown;
Her right hand holds a Mace, her left a Key;
To her, as Emblems of fertilitie,
The teeming Sow is sacrific'd, then comes
(Beating their brazen hollow-sounding drums)
A traine of self-dissected Coribants,
And round about the street for money dance,
To please their great Cybele, she that found
Out rural pipes, and first did Cymbals sound.
| KOSMOBREVIA[Greek], or the infancy of the world
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