Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 98, March 1, 1890

Très volontiers, repartit le démon. Vous aimez les tableaux changeans: je veux vous contenter. Le Diable Boiteux.
Though cold the coxcomb, and though coarse the boor,
Though dulness haunts the rich and pain the poor,
In this colossal city,
Yet London is not Rome, O Shade! I said.
A later Juvenal should not find her dead
To purity and pity.
Satire, of shames and follies in sole quest,
Is a one-eyed divinity at best,
My guide responded, slowly.
The tale of Zoïlus hath its moral still.