The Rose and the Amaranth (fable)

AN AMARANTH planted in a garden near a Rose-Tree, thus addressed it:

“What a lovely flower is the Rose, a favorite alike with Gods and with men. I envy you your beauty and your perfume.”

The Rose replied,

“I indeed, dear Amaranth, flourish but for a brief season! If no cruel hand pluck me from my stem, yet I must perish by an early doom. But thou art immortal and dost never fade, but bloomest for ever in renewed youth.”

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