|Winter, by Guiseppe Arcimboldo, 1573|
Herrick (1591-1674) was a contemporary of the Metaphysical Poets. I believe the definition of metaphysical poetry boils down to an intense interest in
1) getting laid,Not many modern smutwriters, for example, would stoop to arousing their characters or readers by reminding them that their putrescent vulvas will one day be eaten out by maggots, like Marvell:
2) forcing metaphors through the hymen of credulity and right up the long and winding vagina of embarrassing crassness (see what I did there?).
Or by remarking that they are crawling with fleas, like Donne:
Anyway, here's Herrick's The Vine, in all its hortiphallic glory:
Of course, if you like flora-themed sex, there's always this fine collection of suspicious-looking vegetables ;-)