" Well, I've never written a line of poetry in my life: it is not my way! But if I *did* write about you I shouldn't call you a paltry daffodil! I should liken you to a rose--one of those yellow ones, with a deep golden heart, and a sweet scent!" said Sir Bonamy, warming to the theme.
"Nonsense!" she said briskly. "You would be very much more likely to call me a plump partridge, or a Spanish fritter! "

― Georgette Heyer , False Colours