Then it is continued usque ad nauseam.

We see it in everything.

When the king said he liked partridges, partridges were served to him every day.

The world was pleased with certain ridiculous portraits of its big men.

The big men were soon used up, and the little men had to be added.
We can imagine that even _Punch_ may occasionally be at a loss for subjects wherewith to delight its readers.