The Lies Of Men - The Sirens' Song

The Sirens were beautiful young women who bewitched sailors with their enchanting voices and songs and lured them to shipwreck on the rocks.
The metaphor of shipwreck is a moral collapse by allowing a bewitching, beautiful female to seduce you.

"STEER, hither steer your wingèd pines,

    All beaten mariners!

Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines,

    A prey to passengers

Perfumes far sweeter than the best

Which make the Phoenix' urn and nest.

    Fear not your ships,

Nor any to oppose you save our lips;

    But come on shore,

Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more.

For swelling waves our panting breasts,

    Where never storms arise,

Exchange, and be awhile our guests:

    For stars gaze on our eyes.

The compass Love shall hourly sing,

And as he goes about the ring,

    We will not miss

To tell each point he nameth with a kiss.

    Then come on shore,

Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more."

The Sirens' Song by William Browne, of Tavistock. 1588–1643