Act. xii. 23.
Euge, Deus--pleno populus fremit undique plausu--
Certe non hominem vox sonat, euge, Deus!
Sed tamen iste Deus qui sit, vos dicite, vermes,
Intima turba illi; vos fovet ille sinu.
_Herod devoured of worms._
Behold a god! full-voic'd the people cry;
Not man, but god, with shouts they him attest.
What kind of god he is, ye worms, reply--
A crowd that know the secrets of his breast. G.