Like a thornbush that goes into the hand of a drunkard, so is a parable in the mouth of fools.
*They hit me, and I was not hurt! They beat me, and I don't feel it! When will I wake up? I can do it again. I can find another.*
As an archer who wounds all, so is he who hires a fool or he who hires those who pass by.
As one who binds a stone in a sling, so is he who gives honor to a fool.