A crown is only a hat with ideas above its station. Buy two bottles: one to rule, one to be ruled by.

Bow, curtsy, or nod. Buy two, as the great work requires a duplicate.

By royal decree, Tuesdays are now Wednesdays, and nobody has the nerve to check. Three is a parade.

The scepter is heavy, the crown is itchy, and still the people want opinions. Kiss the ring or click the button.

I decree that the sun is too far away, and I will be filing a complaint with the sky. Three is a parade.

Turning lead into gold is a lovely idea. I decree that you buy two, and the decree is enforced by no one.

A king must nap in the light at noon. Appeal it to the nearest rock.

My throne is a warm rock, and I do not take questions from the cold ones. Two now, and a third if the moth demands tribute.