text_original: Ruin, indeed, shall wait upon her enemies, if such there be, and those love lorn wretches who pine with anguish under her disdain. Grant me, kind Heaven, a more propitious boon; direct her genial regards to one whose love is without example, and whose constancy is unparalleled.
text_transcription: RUIN INDEED SHALL WAIT UPON HER ENEMIES IF SUCH THERE BE AND THOSE LOVELORN WRETCHES WHO PINE WITH ANGUISH UNDER HER DISDAIN GRANT ME KIND HEAVEN A MORE PROPITIOUS BOON DIRECT HER GENIAL REGARD TO ONE WHOSE LOVE IS WITHOUT EXAMPLE AND WHOSE CONSTANCY IS UNPARALLELED
phonemes: ɹˈuːɪn, ˌɪndˈiːd, ʃˌæl wˈeɪt əpˌɑːn hɜːɹ ˈɛnəmiz, ɪf sˈʌtʃ ðɛɹbˈiː, ænd ðoʊz lˈʌv lˈɔːɹn ɹˈɛtʃᵻz hˌuː pˈaɪn wɪð ˈæŋɡwɪʃ ˌʌndɚ hɜː dɪsdˈeɪn. ɡɹˈænt mˌiː, kˈaɪnd hˈɛvən, ɐ mˈɔːɹ pɹəpˈɪʃəs bˈuːn; dᵻɹˈɛkt hɜː dʒˈiːnɪəl ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹdz tə wˈʌn hˌuːz lˈʌv ɪz wɪðˌaʊt ɛɡzˈæmpəl, ænd hˌuːz kˈɑːnstənsi ɪz ʌnpˈæɹəlˌɛld.