A bald knight , who wore a wig, went out to hunt.

　　有个秃头的武士，头戴假发，骑着马奔跑去打猎。

　　A sudden puff of wind blew off his hat and wig, at which a loud laugh rang forth from his companions.

　　突然，一阵风把他的假发吹跑了，他的同伴都情不自禁地放声大笑。

　　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."

　　秃子勒住马说：这假发本来就不是我的，从我头上飞去，又有什么奇怪呢ς这假发不也是早已离开了那生长它的原主人吗ς

　　Thy pride is but the prologue of thy shame

　　这个故事带出的启示就是：人们不必为突然失去的东西所苦恼。原本不是你的东西想留也留不住，是你的就永远跑不掉。