Gush if you must — then hush.
Too long makes the speech wrong.
Verbosity is a riot against quiet.
Those exporting verbal ware should sail the zephyr’s side of care.
Quiesce and effervesce, celebrate both rest and zest.
Maudlin may play a sappy violin, but heartless silence saws a sick dirge deep within.
The wise verbose toast the most articulate cosmos.
Prattle, prattle, rock and rattle; tattle, tattle — it’s a custody battle.
Hoarse, hoarse, remorse, remorse; of course, of course it’s a screamin’ divorce!
Prolix, bollix.
The crushed gush their secrets; the wise absorb them in layers of quietness.
The orator speaks softly and ears open; windbags yell and deafen the whole world.
Colloquy keeps shooting soliloquy, but Shakespeare keeps raising her from the dead!