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."

Read more fables from Aesop on the following pages
P. 1 The Rose and the Amaranth
P. 2 The Thieves and the Cock
P. 3 The Thirsty Pigeon
P. 4 The Three Tradesmen
P. 5 The Thrush and the Fowler