If the first, why should I desire to continue any longer in this fortuit confusion and commixtion?
"Meditations" by Marcus Aurelius
Fair white with rose-red was before commixt; Now shine her looks pure white and red betwixt.
"The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3)" by Christopher Marlowe
I saw her wed in love beneath
The forest's lofty awning;
While white and dusk maids bring a wreath,
Like night commixt with morning.
"A Song Of The Olden Time" by James Avis Bartley