text_original: Its cowardice such it cries at a touch; 'Tis a perfect milksop, grows drunk with a drop, Another great fault, it cannot bear salt: And a hair can disarm it of every charm.
text_transcription: ITS COWARDICE SUCH IT CRIES AT A TOUCH TIS A PERFECT MILK SOP GROWS DRUNK WITH A DROP ANOTHER GREAT FAULT IT CANNOT BEAR SALT AND A HAIR CAN DISARM IT OF EVERY CHARM
phonemes: ɪts kˈaʊɚdɪs sˈʌtʃ ɪt kɹˈaɪz æɾə tˈʌtʃ; tˈɪz ɐ pˈɜːfɛkt mˈɪlksəp, ɡɹˈoʊz dɹˈʌŋk wɪð ɐ dɹˈɑːp, ɐnˈʌðɚ ɡɹˈeɪt fˈɔlt, ɪt kænˈɑːt bˈɛɹ sˈɔlt: ænd ɐ hˈɛɹ kæn dɪsˈɑːɹm ɪɾ ʌv ˈɛvɹi tʃˈɑːɹm.