Aesop's Fables
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."