But earthly happier is the rose distill'd,
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.
SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain
But our destroyer, foe to God and man?
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 748.