An amaranth that had grown beside a rose said to it, "How beautiful you are! You are the delight of gods and men. I congratulate you on your beauty and your fragrance." "I," replied the rose, "live but a few days, amaranth, and even if no one picks me, I wither; but you are always in flower and stay ever as young as now."
It is better to last while content with little than to live in luxury for a time, only then to undergo a change of fortune and even death.Moral
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