text_original: I see her taste each nauseous draught, And so obligingly am caught; I bless the hand from whence they came, Nor dare distort my face for shame.
text_transcription: I SEE HER TASTE EACH NAUSEOUS DRAUGHT AND SO OBLIGINGLY I'M CAUGHT I BLESS THE HAND FROM WHENCE THEY CAME NOR DARED DISTORT MY FACE FOR SHAME
phonemes: aɪ sˈiː hɜː tˈeɪst ˈiːtʃ nˈɔːsɪəs dɹˈæft, ænd sˌoʊ əblˈaɪdʒɪŋli ɐm kˈɔːt; aɪ blˈɛs ðə hˈænd fɹʌm wˈɛns ðeɪ kˈeɪm, nˈɔːɹ dˈɛɹ dɪstˈɔːɹt maɪ fˈeɪs fɔːɹ ʃˈeɪm.