As if a thorn should grow in the hand of a drunkard: so is a parable in the mouth of fools.
And thou shalt say: They have beaten me, but I was not sensible of pain: they drew me, and I felt not: when shall I awake, and find wine again?
As he that casteth a stone into the heap of Mercury: so is he that giveth honour to a fool.
Judgment determineth causes: and he that putteth a fool to silence, appeaseth anger.