Dead flies make a perfumer's oil ferment and stink; so a little folly outweighs wisdom and honor.
A wise man's heart [goes] to the right, but a fool's heart to the left.
Even when the fool walks along the road, his heart lacks sense, and he shows everyone he is a fool.
The words from the mouth of a wise man are gracious, but the lips of a fool consume him.
The beginning of the words of his mouth is folly, but the end of his speaking is evil madness.
Yet the fool multiplies words. No one knows what will happen, and who can tell anyone what will happen after him?
The struggles of fools weary them, for they don't know how to go to the city.