I am a small animal, with bite venomous. And while I may not kill you, it will pain enormous. I am known to be a menace, more than ten things you will hate. My ill-repute was sung by Shakespeare the great.

When he was ready, he didn't have to avoid projectiles.

I am one of seven. We all are separate but connected, except for two. A very long time ago only one of us were around.

Behind me trail the darkened lines. I keep beasts of troughs within my confines. Great men wield me in place of a sword, Yet pigs turn me to a filthy horde.

A fallen, famous king from a kingdom closed in walls, I met a tragic end, a small child caused my fall. My loss mourned far and wide, beyond my kingdom there were tears, I inspired countless memes, in terms of fame I have few peers.