text_original: Whose breast is so unmann'd, as not to grieve, Compass'd with miseries he can't relieve? Who can be happy  who should wish to live, And want the godlike happiness to give?
text_transcription: WHOSE BREAST IS SO UNMANNED AS NOT TO GRIEVE COMPASSED WITH MISERIES HE CAN'T RELIEVE WHO CAN BE HAPPY WHO SHOULD WISH TO LIVE AND WANT THE GODLIKE HAPPINESS TO GIVE
phonemes: hˌuːz bɹˈɛst ɪz sˌoʊ ʌnmˈænd, æz nˌɑːt tə ɡɹˈiːv, kˈʌmpəsd wɪð mˈɪzɚɹiz hiː kˈænt ɹᵻlˈiːv? hˌuː kæn biː hˈæpi hˌuː ʃˌʊd wˈɪʃ tə lˈɪv, ænd wˈɔnt ðə ɡˈɑːdlaɪk hˈæpɪnəs tə ɡˈɪv?