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O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears:
Sing, siren, for thyself and I will dote;
Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs,
And as a bed I'll take them and there lie.

--William Shakespeare, Comedy of Errors

In the blue depth of waters,
Where the wave hath no strife,
Where the wind is a stranger,
And the sea-snake hath life,
Where the Mermaid is decking
Her green hair with shells;
Like the storm on the surface
Came the sound of thy spells.

--Lord Byron, "Manfred"


At sea once more we had to pass the Sirens, whose
sweet singing lures sailors to their doom. I had
stopped up the ears of my crew with wax, and I alone
listened while lashed to the mast, powerless to steer
toward shipwreck.

--Homer, The Odyssey

Them sirens loved him up and turned him into a
horny toad!

--O, Brother, Where Art Thou?

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