The fresh tree must be fostered, the old one hewn down.

He is nature's instrument who destroys what is near its doom and strikes down what cannot stand.

Death is best when it is sought: and when the end is loved, life is wearisome.

Let not the troubles of age prolong a miserable lot." So saying, he took money from his pouch and gave it him.

But Hather, desiring as much to enjoy the gold as to accomplish vengeance for his father, promised that he would comply with his prayer, and would not refuse the reward.