text_original: Nature holds her forth two mirrors, One for truth, and one for errors: That looks hideous, fierce, and frightful; This is flattering and delightful: That she throws away as foul; Sits by this to dress her soul.
text_transcription: NATURE HOLDS HER FORTH TWO MIRRORS ONE FOR TRUTH AND ONE FOR ERRORS THAT LOOKS HIDEOUS FIERCE AND FRIGHTFUL THIS IS FLATTERING AND DELIGHTFUL THAT SHE THROWS AWAY AS FOUL SITS BY THIS TO DRESS HER SOUL
phonemes: nˈeɪtʃɚ hˈoʊldz hɜː fˈɔːɹθ tˈuː mˈɪɹɚz, wˈʌn fɔːɹ tɹˈuːθ, ænd wˈʌn fɔːɹ ˈɛɹɚz: ðæt lˈʊks hˈɪdiəs, fˈɪɹs, ænd fɹˈaɪtfəl; ðɪs ɪz flˈæɾɚɹɪŋ ænd dᵻlˈaɪtfəl: ðæt ʃiː θɹˈoʊz ɐwˈeɪ æz fˈaʊl; sˈɪts baɪ ðɪs tə dɹˈɛs hɜː sˈoʊl.