Their movement’s from the waves that power divine still churns.
Decrees this they shall be at rest? At once they’re flung
Aside upon the shore, there to decay like dung.115
Wills it that they be tossed about on waves high-flown?
They’re but the leaves of autumn by the wild winds blown.
Now turn we from this subject, most engaging still,
To learn about those angels, victims of self-will.
The sins of all mankind were known to them as sure;
No wickedness escapes the glance of spirits pure.
In anger at such baseness they were moved to scorn;