Like a thorn which goes up into the hand of a man overcome by drink, so is a wise saying in the mouth of a foolish man.
They have overcome me, you will say, and I have no pain; they gave me blows without my feeling them: when will I be awake from my wine? I will go after it again.
Like an archer wounding all who go by, is a foolish man overcome by drink.
Giving honour to a foolish man is like attempting to keep a stone fixed in a cord.