So to engraft our hands, as yet Was all the means to make us one, And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation. And whilst our souls negotiate there, We like sepulchral statues lay; All day, the same our postures were, And we said nothing all the day.

-Donne,John
c.1595^1605  'The Ecstasy', collected in Songs and Sonnets (1633).

When will the world know that peace and propagation are the two most delightful things in it?

-Walpole, Horace, 4th Earl of Orford
  Letter to Sir Horace Mann,7 Jul. In The Correspondence of HoraceWalpole (Yale edition,1937^8).