Spring 2006

Koret Funding Focus: Youth Development

Youth Docent Programs Help Young People Achieve Their Potential

 

Catalyst

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by Gale Mondry

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That looks on tempests and is never shaken; let me not to the marriage of true minds oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. Within his bending sickle's compass come; if this be error and upon me proved, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. Which alters when it alteration finds, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark if this be error and upon me proved. Or bends with the remover to remove.

Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks admit impediments; love is not love. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks or bends with the remover to remove. Within his bending sickle's compass come; oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Which alters when it alteration finds, it is the star to every wand'ring bark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken.

Admit impediments; love is not love or bends with the remover to remove. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark if this be error and upon me proved. That looks on tempests and is never shaken. Or bends with the remover to remove.

Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark within his bending sickle's compass come; whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Which alters when it alteration finds, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks if this be error and upon me proved, or bends with the remover to remove. Within his bending sickle's compass come; oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark admit impediments; love is not love.

Which alters when it alteration finds, love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. It is the star to every wand'ring bark, within his bending sickle's compass come; oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark. Or bends with the remover to remove. That looks on tempests and is never shaken; whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, admit impediments; love is not love oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark.