“Cadmus obeys, and with his plough’s deep share

Opens wide furrows, then across the soil

Scatters the teeth, the seed of humankind.

The tilth (beyond belief!) began to stir:

First from the furrows points of spears were seen,

Next helmets, bright with nodding painted plumes,

Then shoulders, chests and weapon-laden arms

Arose, a growing crop of men in mail.”

― Ovid in “Metamorphoses” translated by A. D. Melville

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