By Those Soft Tods Of Wool With Which The Air Is Full; By All Those Tinctures There, That Paint The Hemisphere; By Dews And Drizzling Rain That Swell The Golden Grain; By All Those Sweets That Be I' The Flowery Nunnery; By Silent Nights, And The Three Forms Of Hecate; By All Aspects That Bless The Sober Sorceress, While Juice She Strains, And Pith To Make Her Philters With; By Time That Hastens On Things To Perfection; And By Yourself, The Best Conjurement Of The Rest: O My Electra! Be In Love With None But Me.