text_original: B._] TO LOVE[1] In all I wish, how happy should I be, Thou grand Deluder, were it not for thee! So weak thou art, that fools thy power despise; And yet so strong, thou triumph'st o'er the wise.
text_transcription: ORG TWO LOVE IN ALL I WISH HOW HAPPY SHOULD I BE THOU GRAND DELUDER WERE IT NOT FOR THEE SO WEAK THOU ART THAT FOOLS THY POWER DESPISE AND YET SO STRONG THOU TRIUMPHST O'ER THE WISE
phonemes: bˈiː.] tuː lˈʌv[wˈʌn] ɪn ˈɔːl aɪ wˈɪʃ, hˌaʊ hˈæpi ʃˌʊd aɪ bˈiː, ðˈaʊ ɡɹˈænd dᵻlˈuːdɚ, wɜːɹ ɪt nˌɑːt fɔːɹ ðˈiː! sˌoʊ wˈiːk ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt, ðæt fˈuːlz ðˌaɪ pˈaʊɚ dᵻspˈaɪz; ænd jˈɛt sˌoʊ stɹˈɔŋ, ðˈaʊ tɹˈaɪʌmfst ˈɔːɹ ðə wˈaɪz.