{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/aesop/aes312.htm","path":"cla/aesop/aes312.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/aesop/aes312.htm","text":"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.\"","title":"The Rose and the Amaranth","type":"page"}