As she bent over the limpid waters, she suddenly beheld her puffed cheeks and distorted features, and impetuously threw the instrument into the water, vowing never to touch it again. […] Attention was first attracted by a group of beautiful maidens who carried water to fill a bottomless cask. […] To punish the inhuman Tantalus, the gods then sent him to Tartarus, where he stood up to his chin in a stream of pure water, tormented with thirst; for, whenever he stooped to drink, the waters fled from his parched lips. […] She finally returned to Italy; and, while wandering along the river banks one day, the waters suddenly cast a glittering object at her feet. […] She was enjoying the refreshing sensation of the water rippling around her hot limbs, and was revelling in the complete solitude, when suddenly the river, until now as smooth as a mirror, was ruffled by waves, which crept nearer and nearer to the startled nymph, until in affright she sprang out of the water.