Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help.

And he said, Who made thee a prince and a judge over us? intendest thou to kill me, as thou killedest the Egyptian? And Moses feared, and said, Surely this thing is known.

Royal blood isn't blue, it is a jaundiced shade of red and riddled with broken chromosomes

I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute, From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.

Now let us sing, long live the king.

Many a crown Covers bald foreheads.