By snow, not by bands of rogue birds.
Everything is muffled and still.
Every branch, twig, needle and blade stands out.
Even lowly coneflowers wear tall white hats--they look quite regal.
Barely tolerable, I dare say. But not handsome enough to tempt me.**
No, Mr. Darcy. But you are. 
So what do you recommend to encourage affection?**
It is happy for you that you possess the talent of flattering with delicacy. May I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are the result of previous study?**
**Taken utterly out of context from Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice.
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