Chapter: English Literature in the Early Seventeenth Century
Seriously, read the poem. He dreams his little friend has turned into a vine. The vine subsequently wraps itself around a poor, unsuspecting woman. The vine curls around her every limb, effectively imprisoning the woman in her bed, allowing Herrick to attempt a peek at her goodies while she can't put up a fight. He wakes up before catching a glimpse of her private bits and - as you'd expect - finds his little violator is "more like a stock then like a vine."
At least he didn't blow it all into the sheets.
Did I mention how VERY, VERY WRONG this poem is?
Author: Robert Herrick • Year: 1648 • Info:Luminarium