text_original: When once the fierce pursuing Gaul Had drawn his sword for Marius' fall, The godlike hero with a frown Struck all his rage and malice down; Then how can we dread William Wood, If by thy presence he's withstood?
text_transcription: WHEN ONCE THE FIERCE PURSUING GAUL HAD DRAWN HIS SWORD FOR MARIUS'S FALL THE GODLIKE HERO WITH A FROWN STRUCK ALL HIS RAGE AND MALICE DOWN THEN HOW CAN WE DREAD WILLIAM WOOD IF BY THY PRESENCE HE'S WITHSTOOD
phonemes: wˌɛn wˈʌns ðə fˈɪɹs pɚsˈuːɪŋ ɡˈɔːl hæd dɹˈɔːn hɪz sˈɔːɹd fɔːɹ mˈɛɹɪəs fˈɔːl, ðə ɡˈɑːdlaɪk hˈiəɹoʊ wɪð ɐ fɹˈaʊn stɹˈʌk ˈɔːl hɪz ɹˈeɪdʒ ænd mˈælɪs dˈaʊn; ðˈɛn hˌaʊ kæn wiː dɹˈɛd wˈɪljəm wˈʊd, ɪf baɪ ðˌaɪ pɹˈɛzəns hiːz wɪðstˈʊd?