As a bag of gems in a heap of stones, So is he that giveth honour to a fool.
Delicate living is not seemly for a fool; Much less for a servant to have rule over princes.
As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, So honour is not seemly for a fool.
The legs of the lame hang loose: So is a parable in the mouth of fools.
As a thorn that goeth up into the hand of a drunkard, So is a parable in the month of fools
For a servant when he is king; And a fool when he is filled with meat;