Like a thorn that goes into the hand of a drunkard, is a proverb in the mouth of a fool.
“They struck me,” you will say, “but I was not hurt; they beat me, but I did not feel it. When shall I awake? I must have another drink.”
Like an archer who wounds all so is he who hires the fool or the passerby.
Like he who binds a stone in a sling, so is he who gives honor to a fool.