A Bald Knight, who wore a wig, went out to hunt. A sudden puff
of wind blew off his hat and wig, at which a loud laugh rang forth
from his companions. He pulled up his horse, and with great glee
joined in the joke by saying, "What a marvel it is that hairs which
are not mine should fly from me, when they have forsaken even
the man on whose head they grew."
(Translated by George Fyler Townsend, 1814-1900)