As one who is binding a stone in a sling, So is he who is giving honour to a fool.
Luxury is not comely for a fool, Much less for a servant to rule among princes.
As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, So honour is not comely for a fool.
Weak have been the two legs of the lame, And a parable in the mouth of fools.
A thorn hath gone up into the hand of a drunkard, And a parable in the mouth of fools.
For a servant when he reigneth, And a fool when he is satisfied with bread,