To speak much is one thing; to speak to the point another!

CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend?
CLOWN: No, I hear not your honest friend, I hear you.
CASSIO: Prithee, keep up thy quillets.

DESDEMONA: I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
OTHELLO: Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles,
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair and smell’st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born!
DESDEMONA: Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
OTHELLO: Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
Made to write “whore” upon?

That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can't say 'No' in any of them.

He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.

He was distinguished for ignorance; for he had only one idea, and that was wrong.