An Old Hound caught but could not hold a Boar (Stag). His Master berated him ignoring the fact that he was old and unable to hunt any longer.
The spirit is willing but the flesh weak.
An Old Hound, who had hunted well in his time, once seized a Stag , but from feebleness and the loss of his teeth was forced to let him go. The master coming up began to beat the Old Dog cruelly, but left off when the poor animal addressed him as follows: “Hold, dear master! You know well that neither my courage nor my will was at fault, but only my strength and my teeth, and these I have lost in
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.”
Canis Vetulus et Magister
Canis venaticus, qui quondam velocitate ceteris praecelluit et magno erat olim usui et emolumento hero, iam longaevus et imbellis, fortuito cervum persequebatur et apprehensum, dentibus privatus, mox demisit. Quem iratus herus verbis et verberibus increpabat. Cui canis, “O dure et severe mihi magister, qui multifaria mea merita tam male pensitaveris!”