A thorn stuck in the hand of a drunkard is a proverb in the mouth of fools.
“They struck me, but it did not pain me; they beat me, but I did not feel it. When can I get up, when can I go out and get more?”
An archer wounding all who pass by is anyone who hires a drunken fool.
Giving honor to a fool is like entangling a stone in the sling.