The crowd loves jack; the pack loves verbosmack.

As flies feast on decay so weakness suppers on braggadocio.

Puffed fluffs; fluffed puffs.

Windbags sail all fine ships toward themselves.

Verbal lather; rabble slather.

Nations rise on cannonade; they fall on gasconade.

Master the art of bragging; become President.

Everyone brags; some use words.

Modesty brags, using silence.

The swagger, the bragger, the lift, the dagger.

All brags will one day sag, all bull someday go null.

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