A hound, who in the days of his youth and strength
had never yielded to any beast of the forest,
encountered in his old age a boar in the chase.
He seized him boldly by the ear, but could not
retain his hold because of the decay of his teeth,
so that the boar escaped. His master, quickly
coming up, was very much disappointed, and fiercely
abused the dog. The Hound looked up and said,
"It was not my fault. master: my spirit was as good
as ever, but I could not help my infirmities.
I rather deserve to be praised for what I have
been, than to be blamed for what I am."