text_original: How endless are ambition's aims: Cease, haughty nymph; the Fates decree Death must not be a spouse for thee; For, when by chance the meagre shade Upon thy hand his finger laid, Thy hand as dry and cold as lead, His matrimonial spirit fled; He felt about his heart a damp, That quite extinguished Cupid's lamp: Away the frighted spectre scuds, And leaves my lady in the suds.
text_transcription: HOW ENDLESS ARE AMBITION'S AIMS CEASE HAUGHTY NYMPH THE FATE'S DECREE DEATH MUST NOT BE A SPOUSE FOR THEE FOR WHEN BY CHANCE THE MEAGRE SHADE UPON THY HAND HIS FINGER LAID THY HAND AS DRY AND COLD AS LEAD HIS MATRIMONIAL SPIRIT FLED HE FELT ABOUT HIS HEART A DAMP THAT QUITE EXTINGUISHED CUPID'S LAMP AWAY THE FRIGHTED SPECTRE SCUDS AND LEAVES MY LADY IN THE SUDS
phonemes: hˌaʊ ˈɛndləs ɑːɹ æmbˈɪʃənz ˈeɪmz: sˈiːs, hˈɔːɾi nˈɪmf; ðə fˈeɪts dᵻkɹˈiː dˈɛθ mˈʌst nˌɑːt biː ɐ spˈaʊs fɔːɹ ðˈiː; fɔːɹ, wˌɛn baɪ tʃˈæns ðə mˈiːɡɚ ʃˈeɪd əpˌɑːn ðˌaɪ hˈænd hɪz fˈɪŋɡɚ lˈeɪd, ðˌaɪ hˈænd æz dɹˈaɪ ænd kˈoʊld æz lˈiːd, hɪz mˌætɹɪmˈoʊnɪəl spˈɪɹɪt flˈɛd; hiː fˈɛlt ɐbˌaʊt hɪz hˈɑːɹt ɐ dˈæmp, ðæt kwˈaɪt ɛkstˈɪŋɡwɪʃt kjˈuːpɪdz lˈæmp: ɐwˈeɪ ðə fɹˈaɪɾᵻd spˈɛktɚ skˈʌdz, ænd lˈiːvz maɪ lˈeɪdi ɪnðə sˈʌdz.