Uriel monologue (Act 3) — Vondel's Lucifer

Then straightway caused The valiant Michael all the trumps to sound: "Glory to God!" His legions, thus made bold By this their watchword, and by his command, Begin by circling wheels to soar aloft, To gain the wind-side of their battling foe, Who also rises, but with heavier sail, And finally to leeward slowly drifts: As if one heavenward a falcon saw, 170 Mounting with pinions bold into the sky. Ere that the drowsing herons are aware. Who in a wood, hard by a pleasant mead, Tremble with fright, when from their lofty nest They see their dreaded foe. The heron cries, And, fearful of the falcon's direful claw, Awaits him on his beak, thus to impale His enemy's soft breast from there beneath, When swoops the falcon with unerring wings Upon his prey.