Chorus monologue (Act 2) — Vondel's Lucifer

That's disobedience, and from their rank They thus shall fall away. Thou seest how, too, The hosts of Heaven, in golden armor clad And in appointed ranks arrayed, keep watch, Each in his turn; how this star sets and that 240 Ascends; and how not one of all on high The lustre dulls of others there more clear, Nor yet of those more dim; how some stars, too, A greater, others lesser orbits trace: Those nearest to Heaven most swift and those beyond More slowly turn: yet midst this all, among These inequalities of light, degree, And rank, of orbit, kind, and pace, thou seest No discord, envy, strife. The Voice of Him Who ruleth all this measured cadence leads, 250 That listens and Him faithfully obeys.