In this weak piping time of peace.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.

There had been some piping work opposite to me yesterday.

Piping down the valleys wild, / Piping songs of pleasant glee, / On a cloud I saw a child.

I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience

I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world.