As a thorn goes up into the hand of a drunkard, so is a parable in the mouths of fools.
They have stricken me, shall you say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
The great God that formed all things both rewards the fool, and rewards transgressors.
As he that binds a stone in a sling, so is he that gives honor to a fool.