How strange it was that no birds were piping in the trees over the wall.
For them, there were no “weak, piping times of peace,”––no respite from danger.
Sweet the piping of him who sat upon the rocks and fluted to the morning sea.
Hark, I hear the piping of the shepherd and the tinkling bell of the wether.
Do not be content with ordinary measures; these are no piping times ...