Every tear is answered by a blossom, every sigh with songs and laughter blent. Apple-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.
Knightly love is blent with reverence As heavenly air is blent with heavenly blue.george eliot
Where good and ill together blent, Wage an undying strife.
Where every something, being blent together Turns to a wild of nothing.william shakespeare
Where good and ill together blent, Wage an undying strife.John Henry Newman