Like a thornbush brandished by 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 will seek another drink.”
Like an archer who wounds everybody is one who hires a passing fool or drunkard.
It is like binding a stone in a sling to give honor to a fool.