Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44688/to-his-coy-mist...
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust;
So, even less couched than some readers might realise.
https://gradesfixer.com/free-essay-examples/lust-and-resigna...
> it is the word “stock” that remains the most meticulous justification for the virtuous intent of the poet. The word “stock,” in addition to a hard stalk, is a term used in the art of grafting, a process by which two plants are woven into each other and continue to grow mutually. The “stock” (23), then, is the true nature of the speaker's “mortal part”
hahahah that's one way to see it, if you want to "redeem" the author (just completely ignore the more overt imagery of the soft vine turning into a hard stalk). To me the ending just looked like yet another lascivious pun :-)
Why don't we do it in the road?
Why don't we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us.
Why don't we do it in the road? Since you have world enough and time
Sir, to admonish me in rhyme,
Pray Mr Marvell, can it be
You think to have persuaded me?
[…]
But-- well I ask: to draw attention
To worms in-- what I blush to mention,
And prate of dust upon it too!
Sir, was this any way to woo?