One day a certain king observed himself in the mirror. He noticed that he was growing old. Once his hair grew luxuriantly upon his head. But it did not grow that way then. He had become completely bald indeed. He wanted to conceal his bald head. So he ordered for a very handsome periwig.
One day he went riding to the hounds. A few friends were with him. He was dressed in his most beautiful clothes; on his naked pate, he wore the brand new periwig on his head. A sudden gust of wind blew off his periwig. It exposed his bald head much to the amusement of his companions. They laughed a hearty laugh. He also joined them and said, “How did you expect that someone else’s hair would stay on my head when my own hair refused to stay there?”
Moral: Your pride is the prologue of your shame.