Witneſs, thou best Anâna, thou the pride / Of vegetable life, beyond whate’er / The poets imaged in the golden age: / Quick let me strip thee of thy tufty coat, / Spread thy ambroſial ſtores, and feaſt with Jove!

They're never gonna get that Ottoman tufted in time!

a sheaf of paper

Unfortunately she fell into the trap of confusing biology with destiny.