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Look, with the number of whelps I've sired, I think I've earned the right to make a dad joke or two.

The thing no one tells you about sitting on a Frozen Throne, is how much of your flesh ends up stuck to it.

The most important thing I've learned in all my journeys is... balance. Work and play. Good and bad. Right and wrong. Honor. Tradition. A good brew. And most especially... family. These are things that bring me balance. These are the things I fight for.

Does anyone know when these spikes grew out of my back? You would think I would remember something like that.

Those with power must wield it without fear. And if that power allows you to cast fear upon others, well that's a nice bonus.

I once was the head of a secretive council that controlled the Orcish Horde from the shadows. I called it... the Shadow Council. Shut up, naming things is hard!

I love big tusks and I cannot lie.

Anger management? I'm great at managing people with my anger!

It doesn't matter how many times my enemies try to kill me, I'm still not dropping the Tusks of Mannoroth! They're mine!

This is my war song. Take back my Horde song. Prove all my might song.

I love playing Hearthstone! I can send Varian to his death as many times as I want!

Just to be clear, all the loot we get from this is mine. I need it. For, uhm... hunter reasons.

By the way, every time you've ever been beaten by a hunter... That was actually me.

Some believe hunting with a bow to be the ultimate challenge. They should try it with an axe.

Atiesh, Greatstaff of the Guardian, is a unique and powerful artifact passed down from Guardian to apprentice for generations. Pay no attention to that druid holding another one. Or that priest. Or Khadgar. In fact, never pay attention to Khadgar.

The spell is called "polymorph" because with a little practice, you can technically transform someone into any animal. Most mages are simply too sheepish to give it a try.

No, you don't need to stay awhile and listen. You must have me confused with someone else.

Most people don't realize that Illidan and I were actually triplets. Poor Buenofurion.

You know what they say about men with large antlers... they have a hard time wearing hats.

I hear the wilds call. Wait... that's just Tyrande.

Night elves are the right elves.

I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.

Well, this is a thorny situation. Get it? Thorny? It's because I'm a druid! I am humorous.

Malfurion and I have one rule that defines our relationship: No shapeshifting! I am not into that!

Goddess make me fast and accurate, let my aim be true, and if today is truly the day you call me home, let me die with an empty quiver.

What the...- how long have these leaves been in my hair? Why does no one tell me these things?

You know, when women ran things here in Kalimdor, we experienced an era of peace, then the men woke up and now we face a new war every other year.

Has anyone seen my cat? It feels like it's been years since I've seen her.

I am celebrating my 29th birthday next week... for the 10,000th time.

Ah, I miss real-time strategy. The isometric perspective, the epic large-scale battles! Can't say I miss all this poking though.

Take your Warchief's advice: Don't run around doing stupid things just because someone yells "For the Horde!"

I am a lean, green, fighting machine.

If you're holding on for a Frozen reference, just let it go. Oh no, what have I done?

I'm sorry, what? Thrall and me!? Ugh, who keeps spreading that filthy rumor. Besides, everyone knows I prefer blue over green.

I wonder why they call it "polymorph" when it always turns enemies into one thing. They should have called it something like "monomorph" or "that-spell-that-turns-people-into-sheep".

Wait, is that a white hair? I hope that's not a bad sign.

Oh, I just thought of the perfect joke to tell Anduin! What do you call a gnoll that won't share his forest? A Hogger! Oh, he's going to love it!

All I ever wanted to do was study. Of course, then a giant demon smashed my home apart so that kind of put an end to that.

Are you still clicking? Was that not enough jokes? Are you not entertained!?! Sorry, uh... sometimes my gladiator past gets the best of me.

Anduin got me to play Hearthstone once... it was a bit "fantastic" for my tastes. What kind of game allows Garrosh to order me around? It's absurd!

A king is only as noble as the cause he serves.

My father once said that everywhere the Light touches is our kingdom... but not Deadwind Pass. We don't go there.

Hmm? Oh, actually, I am still wearing the helmet. It's just transmogrified to hidden.

By the way, a little bronze dragon told me about what you blood elves planned to do to my grave. I'm not thrilled about it.

Sometimes, the light at the end of the tunnel... is a train.

I hate to admit it, but you were... hm, kind of... prepared.

No, I did not just see that, or anything else for that matter.

Does anyone else miss Chaos damage?

I have no time for games! Yet, I always seem to be in them...

You have no idea how tough it is to do this in heels. Good thing my nerve endings rotted away.

All I want is to settle down with a Lich Queen of my own and have some little Lich-lings. Is that too much to ask?

Alarak: "Make no mistake, I intend to neither stay nor listen."
Deckard Cain: "Alas, that we have lived to see such times."

Of course Chromie arrived in the Nexus before me. Bronze dragons have to be first at everything. And last. And everything in between.

I know we've been instructing you not to for years, but trust me, this one time, stand in the fire.

You have no idea how hard it is to find jewelry that magically changes size.

I'll let you in on a secret. Ruby dragons don't actually use Hearthstones. We just click our talons together a few times and we're home.

My brood has told me I can be a real queen sometimes, but it's a mother's right to be at least a little... draconian.

In the end, those who serve death are always consumed by it.

Behold - the power gifted by the titans!

Gul'dan: "An eternity of darkness awaits those who challenge me."
Alexstrasza: "Those who trade life for power are unworthy of such a blessing."

We could only level to 10! What are you now, level 100? More? You kids these days...

Today, I'm Uther the Painbringer!

Let the righteous know peace, and the injust know the back of my hand.

You're telling me Khadgar flew in as a raven and transformed in front of the king to deliver a dire warning? That's my boy... - or he was, until I turned him into an old man, that is.

I don't see why everyone is so distrusting of this "Raven Lord". He seems a perfectly fine fellow to me. Of course, birds of a feather do flock together.

People keep saying they're outraged at another infamous black dragon for burning an entire city full of innocent people to ash. One city. Amateur.

Just as all life ends in death, all order must end in chaos.

The Wrath of the Lich King was nothing. Wait until you see the Wrath of the Banshee Queen!

Ugh, my brother is such a tree hugger.

Alright, I'm ready. All I need is someone to point me to the piñata.

You know, for 10,000 years old, Tyrande still looks pretty good... at least that's what they tell me.

Wait, what? What do you mean, there's lore in this game? You guys actually paid someone to write a story about Raynor meeting Diablo? Isn't this precisely what fan fiction is for?! I didn't approve any of this!

In pandaren board games, the goal is for both players to win. In Hearthstone, the goal is for me to beat you to death... with your own minions.

A lot of people don't realize how difficult and awkward it is to grow up in the spotlight. Your every success, and every failure laid bare in front of the entire world... of Warcraft.

No, I was never in Night Ranger... but I have an all-dead girl group called band-she.

People wonder how I learned how to quell my rage... But the secret is, I'm always angry.

Back then "daemon" had an "a" in it. Like I intended! It looks more mystical that way.

I thought I was the only one who'd been murdered by a cruel man, raised as a powerful but horrible abomination, subsequently crowned myself queen, and dedicated my subjects to orchestrating my vengeance. But then I met Kerrigan!

No, I'm not going to sing for you. I'm a heartless undead ruler, not a music box.

At the tone, the time will be the hour of twilight! Eastern Kingdoms standard time.

It's "Lich King", not "Lick King"... the two are very, very different jobs!

I keep killing, but no loot comes out. This game makes no sense.

I swear, the next person who names me Barbie on Battle.net, gets an axe to the forehead.

No man can defeat me! Although, ten to twenty-five might do the trick.

If you think I'm powerful now, you should see my abilities in Heroic mode!

Within these groves, and by the light of Elune, I found something I feared lost. Hope.

Only the goddess may forbid me anything.

The moonlight can bring rest to your weary souls in this forgotten place.

The darkness surrounds you, the light of Elune is your only salvation.

There is nothing left for you here, nothing but death and sorrow.

Alexstrasza the Life-Binder brings life and hope to everyone. Except Deathwing. And Malygos. And Nekros.

Take heart, heroes, life will always blossom from the darkest soil!

Surely you were not brought into this world solely to bother me.

It is the fires within that burn the brightest.

Excellent work. The fire of my heart glows with a brilliant purity unmatched; every spark of it I will channel into the Dragon Soul.

The world is healing, but her fate is yet uncertain. Together we shall be Azeroth's protectors once again. Here, the new age of dragons shall begin.

The world has been sundered. It cries out in pain. We must come to its aid. We entrust our ancestral home to you... the watchers.

If pride gives us pause, my love, then perhaps we have lived long enough already.

Standing in the way of nature is heresy. Even when nature's force is a destructive one.

I smell the stench of decay and corruption in our land. That angers me greatly!

Imprisoned for ten thousand years. Banished from my own homeland. And now, you dare enter my realm. You are not prepared!

You have spent a lifetime fighting for the dream of what Azeroth could be. Now, you must fight for what it is.

The hunter is nothing without the hunt.

It was power I sought... but not to conquer or rule. It was a means to an end, to save Azeroth from an unstoppable foe.

Betrayer... in truth, it was I who was betrayed. Still, I am hunted. Still, I am hated. Now, my blind eyes see what others cannot. And sometimes the hand of fate must be forced.

The light is holding you back. It's time to forge your own path.

At those times when I faced doubt, I held true to one constant. One anchor. You. You have always embodied the best of Azeroth, Tyrande.

Tyrande, it is your voice. After all these ages spent in darkness, your voice is like the pure light of the moon upon my mind.

The road ahead will be long. Whatever comes, bring honor to the name... Stormrage.

Uther: "I dearly hope that there's a special place in hell waiting for you, Arthas."
Arthas: "We may never know, Uther. I intend to live forever."

You speak of justice? Of cowardice? I will show you the justice of the grave and the true meaning of fear!

Come in all your power and glory! For in the final hour, all must serve the one true king.

Terenas: "No king rules forever, my son."
Arthas: "I see... only darkness before me."

Terenas: "What are you doing my son?"
Arthas: "Succeeding you, father. This kingdom shall fall and from the ashes shall arise a new order, that will shake the very foundations of the world."

Arthas: "Our salvation... Frostmourne!"
Muradin: "Hold, lad. There's an inscription on the dais. It's a warning. It says: 'Whomsoever takes up this blade shall wield power eternal. Just as the blade rends flesh, so must power scar the spirit.' I should've known. The blade is cursed!"
Arthas: "I would gladly bear any curse to save my homeland."

Gentlemen, meet Miss Jaina Proudmoore, special agent to the Kirin Tor, and one of the most talented sorceresses in the land.

Anduin: "Only one of us wanted this war."
Sylvanas: "You call for peace when it suits you, little lion. But you're quick enough to kill."

It is perilous to confuse what you are made to do with what you choose to do.

Not a Banshee Queen... Not a Ranger-General... But always a Windrunner.

Anduin: "I will not become an instrument of death."
Sylvanas: "So you favour life, is that it? That momentary flicker, every cruel second spent delaying the inevitable in an endless war that you, like every Wrynn before you, will not survive."

Icecrown... a monument to our suffering. The veil between life and death. Where a usurper sits on a Frozen Throne. But no king rules forever.

Ours is a cycle of hatred. Alliances forged and broken. We have paid the price for sharing this world, and we have forgotten what makes us strong.

I understand the cruelty of fate better than anyone.

Stand proud in the Horde. Know that all of you were so much more than arrows in my quiver.

No crown. No throne. Not even a soul left for judgement. I hated you, hunted you, and with each selfish act... became you. That is my burden to bear. But your legacy is at an end. Begone, then, Arthas Menethil. May the last whisper of your name fade and be forgotten.

Arthas. I died trying to stop that monster, only to wake up haunted by one with my face.

Sylvanas: "Join us willingly or be made to serve!"
Anduin: "I thought you believed in free will, Sylvanas."
Sylvanas: "We've never had free will, little lion. But that is about to change."

Vol'jin: "Death will claim me soon."
Sylvanas: "In the end, death claims us all. But the Horde will live on."

We are no longer part of the Scourge. From here on out, we shall be known as the Forsaken. We will find our own path in this world, and slaughter anyone who stands in our way.

Sylvanas: "The humans are simply a means to an end."
Varimathras: "You sound more like one of us with every passing day, my lady."
Sylvanas: "Watch it, dreadlord!"

Arthas: "Finish me, then."
Sylvanas: "A quick death, like to one you gave me? No. You're going to suffer as I did."

Sylvanas: "Finish it! I deserve a clean death."
Arthas: "After all you've put me through, woman, the last thing I'll give you is the peace of death."
Sylvanas: "No... you wouldn't dare!"

Sylvanas was turned into the Banshee Queen by Arthas, but he probably should have just killed her because it just pissed her off.

Let them come. They'll find the Horde to be more than they bargained for!

The beginning of wisdom is the statement 'I do not know.' The person who cannot make that statement is one who will never learn anything. And I have prided myself on my ability to learn.

Something, someone, is calling out from the heart of the world. Like a voice from a dream. Something dark is coming, Anduin. The world needs your Light again.

You needed time. We stayed away. But time by itself heals nothing.

A crossbow? I prefer to strike my enemies face to face.

I do not rely on strength alone, Garrosh, my power is all around you.

Our spirit is stronger than you know, demon! If we are to fall, then so be it. At least now... we are free!

Look around you, this world is dying. I can't have limits!

Blood and thunder, champions of the Horde! We fight on this day for our fallen brothers and sisters! Mourn them not for they all died with honor in their hearts! Though we face great conflict, our might combined shall obliterate those who would oppose us! The grave injustices committed against the Horde will be met by an unstoppable force of reckoning!

Sylvanas: "Isn't it obvious, Warchief? I serve the Horde."
Garrosh: "Watch your clever mouth, b*tch!"

All who challenge me will burn in the fires of my hatred!

Destiny is at hand, young sorceress. The time to choose has come. For the fate of all who live, humanity must join forces with the Horde.

If you think the party's great now, just wait 'til he invites the orcs over!

The Kirin Tor will tell you that mastering the magical arts is like learning the rules of a game. Fools. True power is taken by those brave enough to break boundaries. I am Medivh, the Last Guardian. If magic is a game, then it is one I play to win.

I exist to protect this realm, my Lord, it is my very purpose. I am the Guardian.

Anduin Lothar: "Guardian, what is the Fel?"
Medivh: "A magic unlike any other. It feeds on life itself. It polutes the user, twisting everything it touches. It promises great power, but it exacts a terrible price."

Now go, young Thrall. Sail west to the lands of Kalimdor. It is there that you will find your destiny. It is there that your people's salvation will be assured.

Human? I left my humanity behind long ago.

The former can advise the latter, but the latter must be free to challenge the former, to avoid what happened.

The roots will heal in time... as will the entire world. The sacrifices have been made. Just as the orcs, humans, and night elves discarded their old hatreds and stood united against a common foe, so did nature herself rise up to banish the Shadow forever. As for me, I came back to ensure that there would be a future, to teach the world that it no longer needed Guardians. The hope for future generations has always resided in mortal hands. And now that my task is done, I will take my place amongst the legends of the past.

Once before, you and I stood side by side on the slopes of Mount Hyjal. That World Tree did not fall because the Horde and the Alliance worked together.

Always remember that power is a double-edged blade. One side light, the other dark. It calls to you when you are most desperate. When victory seems worth any sacrifice. There is a price to be paid for such a gift. And many eagerly accept the bargain. The righteous and the meek may recoil at its cost... But they have no vision! Power alone is not to be feared. Fear instead those who wield it!

The Horde is no longer our enemy. The orcs have their own kingdom now.

I only hope my friends will remember me as I was. Not what you made me to be.

I have no Light. Not after what I've seen. Not after what I've done.

If I've no trust in myself, how can I expect my kingdom to trust me? To put their faith in me... when mine has faltered.

When this war began, I thought we were fighting for peace. But we're just fighting.

Varok: "We could not fill the chasm between the Horde and Alliance if we labored a thousand years. You know this."
Anduin: "Then what are we fighting for?"

No one, not even a king, is more important than the Alliance.

Devos: "Remember what he did and take your vengeance."
Uther: "Not vengeance.... justice!"

We cannot change the past, and we may never find forgiveness in the future, but inaction damns us all.

When Arthas struck me down, Frostmourne shattered my soul. But it was not divided into one part that was noble and another that was cruel.
Rather, it was as if a portion of my consciousness remained frozen in time while the rest of my soul carried on.

We are paladins. Vengeance cannot be a part of what we must do.

Uther: "I'm pleased that King Terenas sent you to help me."
Arthas: "Father still hopes your patience and experience might rub off on me."
Uther: "It is a father's right to dream, isn't it?"

The sky is dark, the fire burns, you drive in vain as fate's wheel turns!

Knowledge is power and I know a lot.

She doesn't drop character until after the DVD commentary.

Rend believes he is the True Warchief of the Horde and he keeps editing the wikipedia page for "Warchief of the Horde" to include his picture.

Ok C'Thun, repeat after me: "Your mother was a hamster."

Time to write some flavor text.

Wrathion, son of Deathwing, is a dragon. Why isn't he tagged as a dragon, you ask? WHAT, ARE YOU TRYING TO BLOW HIS COVER??

Kel'Thuzad could not resist the call of the Lich King. Even when it's just a robo-call extolling the Lich King's virtues.

"Please, I need these greens to disenchant them." - Every Enchanter Ever

Spoiler alert: Bolvar gets melted and then sits on an ice throne and everyone forgets about him.

Cairne was killed by Garrosh, so... don't put this guy in a Warrior deck. It's pretty insensitive.

Leader of the Alliance! Father of Anduin! Also he likes to play Arena, and he averages 12 wins.

This massive yeti just closes his eyes and charges at the nearest target. The nearest Target is a couple blocks away and has sick deals on skateboards.

A large part of her job entails not mixing up the Map to the Golden Monkey with the Map to Monkey Island.

It's always Huffer. Blizzard aren't even denying it.

Does he sling spells or do his spells linger?

I'm going to need you to come in on Sunday.

Once a noble dragon known as Neltharion, Deathwing lost his mind and shattered Azeroth before finally being defeated. Daddy issues?

"Did I ever tell you the story of when I single-handedly took down a 29/29 C'Thun?" - Reno Jackson

It's as though a million Jade Idols cried out, and were suddenly silenced.

I hope you didn't disenchant your Shadow Word: Horror!

I wouldn’t say I LOVE knives, but I’m definitely a fan.

She's actually a male tauren. People don’t call him 'Master of Disguise' for nothing.

Sometimes the Old Gods' corruptions gives you power untold, sometimes you get +1 Attack. We can’t all be winners in the Eldritch lottery.

Or if you’re too tired, you can just kind of lean against the darkness.

The original artist spent many hours with a fine chisel perfecting the facial expression for maximum tauntiness.

Some druids still have flashbacks from strangers yelling "Innervate me!!!" at them.

2 out of 2 saplings recommend that you summon the saplings.

Meditating under a jade blossom is said to grant you wisdom, unless you have a pollen allergy.

It has double the Attack. 'Go on' And double the Health. 'Yes??' And its trigger has twice the effect. 'WHAT???' And it costs… Five times more.

Lorewalker Cho archives and shares tales from the land of Pandaria, but his favorite story is the one where Joey and Phoebe go on a road trip.

Still you refuse to bend your knee? None can escape death, you old fool. And in death… all will serve me.

Well, I'm glad YOU knew what I should be doing this turn.

Vol'jin is a shadow hunter, which is like a shadow priest except more voodoo.

The eyes of the Earth Mother are upon us.

They say a man never really knows himself until his freedom's been taken away. I wonder - how well do you know yourself?

There is no greater void than the one between your ears.

My life for Aiur

You'll carry your prison with you. That armor will be your new cell. Make no mistake, war is coming. With all its glory and all its horror. Mr. Findlay - your freedom awaits.

Pain. Agony. My hatred burns through the cavernous deeps. The world heaves with my torment. Its wretched kingdoms quake beneath my rage. But at last the whole of Azeroth will break and all will burn beneath the shadow of my wings!

This is a new dawn, the time of the Horde. Be feared or be fuel!

You have allowed the small-teeth to kill your warriors. The Horde has no use for weakness!

You will be remembered as the king who sacrificed his life for nothing.

Varian: "My son. This blade does not belong to darkness. It was forged by valor."
Varok: "And also by honor."
Varian: "Its legacy, and ours, are with you."

I am willing to end this bloodshed. But know this, if your Horde fails to uphold honor, as Garrosh did, we will end you!

My son, a terrible darkness has returned to our world. As before, it seeks to annihilate everything that we hold dear. I go to face it, knowing I may not return. All my life I have lived by the sword. I've seen kingdoms burn, and watched brave heroes die in vain. It's been difficult for me to trust after losing so much. But from you I have learned patience, tolerance, and faith. Anduin, I now believe as you do, that peace is the noblest aspiration. But to preserve it, you must be willing to fight!

Warriors - the hour of victory has arrived. Come, you tauren! Rise up, you ogres! Today, you stand united with the Horde. Lok-Tar Ogar!

I have watched the other races. I have seen their squabbling, their ruthlessness. Their wars do nothing but scar the land and drive the wild things to extinction.

Then it seems the mortal races, too, must answer the call and face the storms ahead.

We have each played a part in what has happened here. You abdicated your choice to this... child. And with every step she takes, I grow stronger. There will be no salvation in the Light.

Hatred has returned, and she shall not relent until she has corrupted us all. But somewhere in the shadow of her Darkness you must cast your Light, to find hope in a flash of steel, a wrath of nature, or power of flame. You must stand up to hatred, or she will destroy us all. Your time is now.

Sanctuary was never meant for humankind. It was forged as a refuge from the war between the high heavens and the burning hells. Instead, it became a new battleground in this eternal conflict. A secretive group called the Horadrim has kept mortals save. But now this once powerful order is a husk of what it was. And Sanctuary's ancient creators have returned to claim the hearts of humankind. This is the story of their downfall.

I strayed from your Light and found my trade in the Shadows. They call it murder. I say job well done.

Speak now to those who heed a darker call. Those bold enough to cross the line of Sin for deeper knowledge, who'll follow an unquenchable yearning born of blood and bone to unlock the forbidden secrets and foulest black rituals, calling forth life from death. To truly embrace this power, you must take it into the world. But you will be shunned, scorned, marked as a living sacrifice to this profane knowledge. You will be a Priest of Rathma. A Necromancer. And you will not confront the darkness alone. We are the Speakers of the Dead and the Dead have no mercy.

I fought sleep for days at a time. For when I dreamt, the memories would return.

Evil has survived. A dark figure wanders in the East. He must be stopped at all costs.

Priest: "Thank the Heavens for you."
Rogue: "Heavens? I assure you, Father. The Heavens didn't send me."

It has been said that in the end of all things, you would find a new beginning. But as the shadow once again crawls across our world, and the stench of terror drifts on a bitter wind, the people pray for strength and guidance. They should pray for the mercy of a swift death, for I have seen what the darkness hides.

You think me mad, old friend. But I know these dreams. They tell of the future. Hell is coming, brother. Hell is coming.

The Worldstone. It was the power of creation and the birth of our eternal conflict. From the high heavens to the burning hells, our desire to control that power poisoned its very nature. And so I gave my life to destroy it. But its corruption spread. If humanity is to survive, they must stand together and face the rising darkness. Though that may not be enough.

This is about as exciting as the time Uncle Deckard and I spent the summer in Bramwell. People are quite boring there.

Humans only have one ending. Ideas live forever.

'Cause I'm just Ken
Anywhere else I'd be a ten
Is it my destiny to live and die a life of blonde fragility?
I'm just Ken
Where I see love, she sees a friend
What will it take for her to see the man behind the tan and fight for me?

It is the best day ever. So was yesterday and so is tomorrow and every day from now until forever.

Ken: "Hey, Barbie. Kann ich heute zu dir kommen?"
Barbie: "Klar. Ich hab nichts großes geplant. Nur ne riesen Föhn-Party mit allen Barbies, ner einstudierten Choreo und dem passenden Song. Komm doch vorbei."
Ken: "Klingt cool."

To ask why we fight is to ask why leaves fall - it is in their nature. Perhaps there is a better question: Why do we fight? To protect home and family, to preserve balance and bring harmony. For my kind the true question is: What is worth fighting for?

You know what is better than drinking a beer? Brewing your own beer. And then drinking it. And then... Drinking another beer. And then, punching somebody in the snout! That's what!

To ask why I drink is to ask why I am fat. It is because I drink. Perhaps there is a better question.

Why do I drink? To quench my thirst. To lower my inhibitions. To make women appear more attractive.

To get the measure of a people, you need to get your feet dirty. Come, walk the land with me! Let us see what these mainland pandaren truly value.

For my kind, the true question is: Where is the bathroom?

I wouldn't mind settling down in a place like this. Great views, plenty of beer... and lots of stuff to fight.

My people have an ancient proverb: it is wise to let sleeping pandaren lie. This proverb is ancient for a reason.

Crowns do queer things to the heads beneath them.

You might be a king or a little street sweeper, but sooner or later you dance with the reaper.

A wise king never seeks out war, but he must always be ready for it.