He reads much;

He is a great observer, and he looks

Quite through the deeds of men.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act i. Sc. 2.

Let me have men about me that are fat,

Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights:

Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;

He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act i. Sc. 2.

My mind to me a kingdom is;

Such present joys therein I find,

That it excels all other bliss

That earth affords or grows by kind:

Though much I want which most would have,

Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

Edward Dyer (Circa 1540-1607): MS. Rawl. 85, p. 17.

Much may be said on both sides.

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): Spectator. No. 122.

Much may be said on both sides.

Henry Fielding (1707-1754): The Covent Garden Tragedy. Act i. Sc. 8.

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little

More than a little is by much too much.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2.

"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou makest a testament

As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more

To that which had too much."

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Much of a muchness.

Vanbrugh: The Provoked Husband, Act i. Sc. 1.

A youth to whom was given

So much of earth, so much of heaven.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Ruth.

So much one man can do,

That does both act and know.

Andrew Marvell (1620-1678): Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland.

So many worlds, so much to do,

So little done, such things to be.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): In Memoriam. lxxiii. Stanza 1.

Some have too much, yet still do crave;

I little have, and seek no more:

They are but poor, though much they have,

And I am rich with little store:

They poor, I rich; they beg, I give;

They lack, I have; they pine, I live.

Edward Dyer (Circa 1540-1607): MS. Rawl. 85, p. 17.

They are not a pipe for fortune's finger

To sound what stop she please. Give me that man

That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him

In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,

As I do thee.—Something too much of this.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Can one desire too much of a good thing?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.