text_original: I value not your jokes of noose, Your gibes and all your foul abuse, More than the dirt beneath my shoes, nor fear it. Yet one thing vexes me, I own, Thou sorry scarecrow of skin and bone; To be called lean by a skeleton, who'd bear it?
text_transcription: I VALUE NOT YOUR JOKES OF NOOSE YOUR JIBES AND ALL YOUR FOUL ABUSE MORE THAN THE DIRT BENEATH MY SHOES NOR FEAR IT YET ONE THING VEXES ME I OWN THOU SORRY SCARECROW OF SKIN AND BONE TO BE CALL'D LEAN BY A SKELETON WHO'D BEAR IT
phonemes: aɪ vˈæljuː nˌɑːt jʊɹ dʒˈoʊks ʌv nˈuːs, jʊɹ dʒˈaɪbz ænd ˈɔːl jʊɹ fˈaʊl ɐbjˈuːs, mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ðə dˈɜːt bᵻnˌiːθ maɪ ʃˈuːz, nˈɔːɹ fˈɪɹ ɪt. jˈɛt wˈʌn θˈɪŋ vˈɛksᵻz mˌiː, aɪ ˈoʊn, ðˈaʊ sˈɑːɹi skˈɛɹkɹoʊ ʌv skˈɪn ænd bˈoʊn; təbi kˈɔːld lˈiːn baɪ ɐ skˈɛlᵻtən, hˌuːd bˈɛɹ ɪt?