The Aeneid by Virgil Book 5 Page 61

nearing the cliffs of the Sirens, perilous of old and white with the bones of many men – at this time with the ceaseless surf the rocks afar were booming hoarsely – when the sire found that his ship was drifting aimlessly, her pilot lost, and himself steered her amid the waves of night, often sighing and stunned at heart by his friend’s mischance.

“Ah, too trustful in the calm of sky and sea, naked you will lie, Palinurus, on an unknown strand!”