I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see my shadow in the sun. Shakespeare.King Richard III., Act I. Scene 1.
Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain; Think nothing gaind, he cries, till nought remain. Dr. Johnson.Vanity of Human Wishes, Line 201.
Peace Chloris, peace! or singing die, That together you and I To Heaven may go: For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is that they sing and that they love. Waller.A Song, last verse.