As if a thorn groweth in the hand of a drunken man; so is a parable in the mouth of fools.
And thou shalt say, They beat me, but I had not sorrow; they drew me, and I feeled not; when shall I wake out, and I shall find wines again?
Doom determineth causes; and he that setteth silence to a fool, assuageth ires [or wraths].
As he that sendeth a stone into the broad place of the sling; so he that giveth honour to an unwise man.