O credulus Naples, why do you boast of the sweet-voiced Siren, of the famous shrine of Parthenope, Achelous's daughter, of the shore-naiad who, when she died on your shores, consecrated a Chalcidian pyre with her body? But she still lives, and has only exchanged the hoarse murmur of Posilipo for the pleasant waves of Tiber. There, favored by the eager applause of the Romans, she now with her song holds gods and men entranced.