From Hesiod's Theogony

Creation--Gaia (Earth)

In truth at first Chaos came to be, but next wide-bosomed Earth, the ever-sure foundation of all the deathless ones who hold the peaks of snowy Olympus, and dim Tartarus in the depth of the wide-pathed Earth, and Eros (Love ), fairest among the deathless gods, who unnerves the limbs and overcomes the mind and wise counsels of all gods and all men within them. From Chaos came forth Erebus and black Night; but of Night were born Aether and Day, whom she conceived and bore from union in love with Erebus. And Earth first bore starry Heaven, equal to herself, to cover her on every side, and to be an ever-sure abiding-place for the blessed gods. And she brought forth long hills, graceful haunts of the goddess Nymphs who dwell amongst the glens of the hills. She bore also the fruitless deep with his raging swell, Pontus, without sweet union of love. But afterwards she lay with Heaven and bore deep-swirling Oceanus, Coeus and Crius and Hyperion and Iapetusb Theia and Rhea, Themis and Mnemosyne and gold-crowned Phoebe and lovely Tethys. After them was born Cronos the wily, youngest and most terrible of her children, and he hated his lusty sire.

. . .three other sons were born of Earth and Heaven, great and doughty beyond telling, Cottus and Briareos and Gyes, presumptuous children. From their shoulders sprang a hundred arms, not to be approached, and fifty heads grew from the shoulders upon the strong limbs of each, and irresistible was the stubborn strength that was in their great forms. For of all the children that were born of Earth and Heaven, these were the most terrible, and were hated by their own father from the first. And he used to hide them all away in a secret place of Earth so soon as each was born, and would not suffer them to come up into the light: and Heaven rejoiced in his evil doing. But vast Earth groaned within, being straitened, and she thought a crafty and an evil wile.
 
Forthwith she made the element of grey flint and shaped a great sickle, and told her plan to her dear sons. And she spoke, cheering them, while she was vexed in her dear heart: “My children, gotten of a sinful father, if you will obey me, we should punish the vile outrage of your father; for he first thought of doing shameful things.”

So she said; but fear seized them all, and none of them uttered a word. But great Cronos the wily took courage and answered his dear mother: “Mother, I will undertake to do this deed, for I reverence not our father of evil name, for he first thought of doing shameful things.”

So he said: and vast Earth rejoiced greatly in spirit, and set and hid him in an ambush, and put in his hands a jagged sickle, and revealed to him the whole plot.  And Heaven came, bringing on night and longing for love, and he lay about Earth spreading himself full upon her. Then the son from his ambush stretched forth his left hand and in his right took the great long sickle with jagged teeth, and swiftly lopped off his own father's members and cast them away to fall behind him. And not vainly did they fall from his hand; for all the bloody drops that gushed forth Earth received, and as the seasons moved round she bore the strong Erinyes and the great Giants with gleaming armour, holding long spears in their hands and the Nymphs whom they call Meliae all over the boundless earth. And so soon as he had cut off the members with flint and cast them from the land into the surging sea,  they were swept away over the main a long time: and a white foam spread around them from the immortal flesh, and in it there grew a maiden. First she drew near holy Cythera, and from there, afterwards, she came to sea-girt Cyprus, and came forth an awful and lovely goddess, and grass  grew up about her beneath her shapely feet. Her gods and men call Aphrodite, and the foam-born goddess and rich-crowned Cytherea, because she grew amid the foam, and Cytherea because she reached Cythera, and Cyprogenes because she was born in billowy Cyprus, and Philommedes because she sprang from the members. And with her went Eros, and comely Desire followed her at her birth at the first and as she went into the assembly of the gods. This honor she has from the beginning, and this is the portion allotted to her amongst men and undying gods,-- the whisperings of maidens and smiles and deceits with sweet delight and love and graciousness.

Birth of Zeus, Defeat of Cronos

But Rhea was subject in love to Cronos and bare splendid children, Hestia, Demeter, and gold-shod Hera and strong Hades, pitiless in heart, who dwells under the earth, and the loud-crashing Earth-Shaker, and wise Zeus, father of gods and men, by whose thunder the wide earth is shaken.  These great Cronos swallowed as each came forth from the womb to his mother's knees with this intent, that no other of the proud sons of Heaven should hold the kingly office amongst the deathless gods.  For he learned from Earth and starry Heaven that he was destined to be overcome by his own son, strong though he was, through the contriving of great Zeus.  Therefore he kept no blind outlook, but watched and swallowed down his children: and unceasing grief seized Rhea.  But when she was about to bear Zeus, the father of gods and men, then she besought her own dear parents, Earth and starry Heaven, to devise some plan with her that the birth of her dear child might be concealed, and that retribution might overtake great, crafty Cronos for his own father and also for the children whom he had swallowed down.  And they readily heard and obeyed their dear daughter, and told her all that was destined to happen touching Cronos the king and his stout-hearted son.  So they sent her to Lyetus, to the rich land of Crete, when she was ready to bear great Zeus, the youngest of her children.  Him did vast Earth receive from Rhea in wide Crete to nourish and to bring up.  Thither came Earth carrying him swiftly through the black night to Lyctus first, and took him in her arms and hid him in a remote cave beneath the secret places of the holy earth on thick-wooded Mount Aegeum; but to the mightily ruling son of Heaven, the earlier king of the gods, she gave a great stone wrapped in swaddling clothes.  Then he took it in his hands and thrust it down into his belly: wretch!  he knew not in his heart that in place of the stone his son was left behind, unconquered and untroubled, and that he was soon to overcome him by force and might and drive him from his honours, himself to reign over the deathless gods.

After that, the strength and glorious limbs of the prince increased quickly, and as the years rolled on, great Cronos the wily was beguiled by the deep suggestions of Earth,
and brought up again his offspring, vanquished by the arts and might of his own son, and he vomited up first the stone which he had swallowed last.  And Zeus set it fast in the wide-pathed earth at goodly Pytho under the glens of Parnassus, to be a sign
thenceforth and a marvel to mortal men.  And he set free from their deadly bonds the brothers of his father, sons of Heaven whom his father in his foolishness had bound.  And they remembered to be grateful to him for his kindness, and gave him
thunder and the glowing thunderbolt and lightening: for before that, huge Earth had hidden these.  In them he trusts and rules over mortals and immortals.

Zeus defeats Typhoeus

But when Zeus had driven the Titans from heaven, huge Earth bare her youngest child Typhoeus of the love of Tartarus, by the aid of golden Aphrodite.  Strength was with his hands in all that he did and the feet of the strong god were untiring.  From his shoulders grew an hundred heads of a snake, a fearful dragon, with dark, flickering tongues, and from under the brows of his eyes in his marvellous heads flashed fire, and fire burned from his heads as he glared.  And there were voices in all his dreadful heads which uttered every kind of sound unspeakable; for at one time they made ounds such that the gods understood, but at another, the noise of a bull bellowing aloud in proud ungovernable fury; and at another, the sound of a lion, relentless of heart; and at anothers, sounds like whelps, wonderful to hear; and again, at another, he would hiss, so that the high mountains re-echoed.  And truly a thing past help would have happened on that day, and he would have come to reign over mortals and immortals, had not the father of men and gods been quick to perceive it.  But he thundered hard and mightily: and the earth around resounded terribly and the wide heaven above, and the sea and Ocean's streams and the nether parts of the earth. Great Olympus reeled beneath the divine feet of the king as he arose and earth groaned thereat.  And through the two of them heat took hold on the dark-blue sea, through the thunder and lightning, and through the fire from the monster, and the scorching winds and blazing thunderbolt.  The whole earth seethed, and sky and sea: and the long waves raged along the beaches round and about, at the rush of the deathless gods: and there arose an endless shaking.  Hades trembled where he rules over the dead below, and the Titans under Tartarus who live with Cronos, because of the unending clamour and the fearful strife.

So when Zeus had raised up his might and seized his arms, thunder and lightning and lurid thunderbolt, he leaped form Olympus and truck him, and burned all the marvellous heads of the monster about him.  But when Zeus had conquered him and lashed him with strokes, Typhoeus was hurled down, a maimed wreck, so that the
huge earth groaned.  And flame shot forth from the thunder-stricken lord in the dim rugged glens of the mount, when he was smitten.  A great part of huge earth was scorched by the terrible vapour and melted as tin melts when heated by men's art
in channelled crucibles; or as iron, which is hardest of all things, is softened by glowing fire in mountain glens and melts in the divine earth through the strength of Hephaestus.

Even so, then, the earth melted in the glow of the blazing fire. And in the bitterness of his anger Zeus cast him into wide Tartarus.

Hesiod, Theogony  "Pernicious is the race"

                       Pernicious is the race; the woman tribe
                      Dwells upon earth, a mighty bane to men;
                        No mates for wasting want but luxury;
                    And as within the close-roofed hive, the drones,
                     Helpers of sloth, are pampered by the bees;
                      These all the day, till sinks the ruddy sun,
                    Haste on the wing, 'their murmuring labors ply,'
                     And still cement the white and waxen comb;
                     Those lurk within the covered hive, and reap
                      With glutted maw the fruits of others' toil;
                       Such evil did the Thunderer send to man
                       In woman's form, and so he gave the sex,
                          Ill helpmates of intolerable toils.
                       Yet more of ill instead of good he gave:
                    The man who shunning wedlock thinks to shun
                     The vexing cares that haunt the woman-state,
                      And lonely waxes old, shall feel the want
                         Of one to foster his declining years;
                      Though not his life be needy, yet his death
                     Shall scatter his possessions to strange heirs,
                       And aliens from his blood. Or if his lot
                      Be marriage and his spouse of modest fame
                       Congenial to his heart, e'en then shall ill
                       Forever struggle with the partial good,
                       And cling to his condition. But the man
                       Who gains the woman of injurious kind
                      Lives bearing in his secret soul and heart
                          Inevitable sorrow: ills so deep
                      As all the balms of medicine cannot cure.

                      Take to your house a woman for your bride
                    When in the ripeness of your manhood's pride;
                    Thrice ten your sum of years, the nuptial prime;
                      Nor fall far short nor far exceed the time.
                     Four years the ripening virgin shall consume,
                      And wed the fifth of her expanding bloom.
                    A virgin choose: and mould her manners chaste;
                   Chief be some neighboring maid by you embraced;
                     Look circumspect and long; lest you be found
                      The merry mock of all the dwellers round.
                        No better lot has Providence assigned
                       Than a fair woman with a virtuous mind;
                      Nor can a worse befall than when your fate
                      Allots a worthless, feast-contriving mate.
                       She with no torch of mere material flame
                     Shall burn to tinder your care-wasted frame;
                     Shall send a fire your vigorous bones within
                       And age unripe in bloom of years begin.