text_original: My blood this day is very sweet, To morrow of a bitter juice; Like milk, 'tis cried about the street, And so applied to different use.
text_transcription: MY BLOOD THIS DAY IS VERY SWEET TO MORROW OF A BITTER JUICE LIKE MILK TIS CRIED ABOUT THE STREET AND SO APPLI'D TO DIFFERENT USE
phonemes: maɪ blˈʌd ðɪs dˈeɪ ɪz vˈɛɹi swˈiːt, tə mˈɑːɹoʊ əvə bˈɪɾɚ dʒˈuːs; lˈaɪk mˈɪlk, tˈɪz kɹˈaɪd ɐbˌaʊt ðə stɹˈiːt, ænd sˌoʊ ɐplˈaɪd tə dˈɪfɹənt jˈuːs.