328 - The Rose and the Amaranth



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.-


Instead of envying foreign virtues, let's see first the nobilities of our own ones.





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