Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, March 21, 1891

She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
(And into such a rage she flew
On learning this from me;)
And yet she's lovely, nay divine,
Judged by her own peculiar line.
She's deeply read. She knows as much
As average sixth-form boys;
But not the greatest sage could touch
The high, aggressive joys
That imp her wing, like bird of prey,