A rose and an amaranth blossomed side by side in a garden, and theamaranth said to her neighbor, "How I envy you your beauty and yoursweet scent1! no wonder you are such a universal favorite." But therose replied with a shade of sadness in her voice, "Ah, my dearfriend, I bloom but for a time: my petals2 soon wither3 and fall, andthen I die. but your flowers never fade, even if they are cut; forthey are everlasting4." 
Greatness carries its own penalties. 