text_original: If Florimel had found her love, For whom she hang'd herself above? How oft a week was kept a ball By Proserpine at Pluto's hall? She fancied those Elysian shades The sweetest place for masquerades; How pleasant on the banks of Styx, To troll it in a coach and six!
text_transcription: IF FLORAMEL HAD FOUND HER LOVE FOR WHOM SHE HANGED HERSELF ABOVE HOW OFT A WEEK WAS KEPT A BALL BY PROSERPINE AT PLUTO'S HALL SHE FANCIED THOSE ELYSIAN SHADES THE SWEETEST PLACE FOR MASQUERADES HOW PLEASANT ON THE BANKS OF STYX TO TROLL IT IN A COACH AND SIX
phonemes: ɪf flˈɔːɹɪməl hæd fˈaʊnd hɜː lˈʌv, fɔːɹ hˈuːm ʃiː hˈæŋd hɜːsˈɛlf əbˈʌv? hˌaʊ ˈɔft ɐ wˈiːk wʌz kˈɛpt ɐ bˈɔːl baɪ pɹˈoʊzɚpˌaɪn æt plˈuːɾoʊz hˈɔːl? ʃiː fˈænsid ðoʊz ɛlˈɪʒən ʃˈeɪdz ðə swˈiːɾɪst plˈeɪs fɔːɹ mˈæskɚɹˌeɪdz; hˌaʊ plˈɛzənt ɔnðə bˈæŋks ʌv stˈɪks, tə tɹˈoʊl ɪɾ ɪn ɐ kˈoʊtʃ ænd sˈɪks!