A bald man who wore a wig was riding along on horseback. The wind having begun to blow, it carried off his false hair, and the witnesses of his mishap burst out laughing. Then the rider, stopping his horse, said, "What is so strange about hair that is not mine leaving me, when it abandoned even its true owner, with whom nature made it grow?"
We should not grieve over losses that were never truly ours; naked we came, and naked we shall depart.Moral
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