A bald man, who wore a wig was riding one day, when a puff of wind blew the wig off. At which, the bystanders got a hearty laugh,

Reining in his horse, he said, “It’s not surprising that I can’t keep hair which is not mine on my head. Since its original owner on whose head it grew could not keep it there either.”

Let no person be cast down by the misfortunes which befall them. What one did not inherit at birth can never be a permanent possession. Naked we came into this world, and naked shall we leave it.

Source: Penguin Classics – Fables of Aesop – A Philosophic Baldpate