text_original: Though splendour gives the fairest mark To poison'd arrows in the dark, Yet, in yourself when smooth and round, They glance aside without a wound.
text_transcription: THOUGH SPLENDOUR GIVES THE FAIREST MARK TO POISONED ARROWS IN THE DARK YET IN YOUR SELF WHEN SMOOTH AND RUINED THEY GLANCE ASIDE WITHOUT A WOUND
phonemes: ðˌoʊ splˈɛndɚ ɡˈɪvz ðə fˈɛɹəst mˈɑːɹk tə pˈɔɪzənd ˈæɹoʊz ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk, jˈɛt, ɪn jɔːɹsˈɛlf wɛn smˈuːð ænd ɹˈaʊnd, ðeɪ ɡlˈæns ɐsˈaɪd wɪðˌaʊt ɐ wˈuːnd.