Like a thorn that goes up into the hand of a drunkard is a proverb in the mouth of fools.
“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 he who hires a passing fool or drunkard.
Like one who binds the stone in the sling is he who gives honor to a fool.